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The red eye used to mean something else, like when you travel for work getting up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight.
Nowadays I don't have to worry about that, which means that red-eye is taking pictures of friends being pissed. Much better!
Ok, so they weren't pissed, just happened to look it :)
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Remember well the crack-of-dawn-fligts, the red eyes and the SAS Gold Lounge at Kastrup airport in Copenhagen (our second home after Rothesgade 9).
=D Merete
I also remember us meeting there in the afternoon sometimes, having a drink. Or two!
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