I think I've got you all beat hands down in terms of overall ease and level of enjoyment elicited:

Along with my carry-on I generally bring five or six frosty ones in a plastic bag. Then I pound them one by one, beginning while taxiing, lining the empty bottles up in succession on the armrest as I work on polishing off my double bacon cheeseburger from Burger King.

Halfway through, I take a break, pulling my vaporizer out and heading for the lavatory. (These do not actually burn the leaf of the herb, so no smoke is emitted, and thus there is no threat from the lavatory smoke detectors.) Having smoked up to my satisfaction, after manually forcing the several empty beer bottles down the toilet into the effluent storage tank, I exit refreshed and renewed (generally to an FA with a quizzical look on her face).

Wait . . . so BYOW isn't an acronym for Bring Your Own Weed?