A few years ago I flew BE to BRU with
Papa Roach. It was kind of scary getting on the plane, they didn't really look too ready to communicate with anyone. It was a 767-300ER, so every freaking kid that walked by had to stop and ask for an autograph. The little hellions drank about a gallon of mimosas each, then slept the whole flight. Somewhere over London the big fat guy got up, brushed his teeth, and walked back to his seat with the toothbrush still in his mouth.