Come on DBT. Do it. Be the social director. Screw those privacy invading TSA hacks.
I'm packing my two goats, four chickens, 5l Grey Goose, and 9 inch survival knife and coming aboard.
Here's what I want you to do. Hire a trip historian who says cool factoids like, "On your left on that thar hlll lies the tombstone of Doc Holiday," or "We are now passing over the site of the famous golden spike that first connected the east and west coast rail networks, making transcontinental train trips possible," or "papa Donner munched on his nephew on that saddleback knotch over yonder in order to survive that horrible blizzard of '46"
Then schedule lots of activities. A checkers tournement. Dominos. An all nite poker game. A murder mystery. A swingers club.
Hire a club car staffed with fine full service massage and reflexology.
The breakfast menu must have belgian waffles, eggs benedict, chocolet covered strawberries, scrapple, and mimosas.
Nothing but the finest top serloin and lobster for lunch and dinner, with an all you can eat salad and dessert bar.
Speaking of bars, the club car is always open and staffed by a former Miss Sweeden. She is stacked and her bar is stocked with beer, wine, whisky, rye, whiskey, bourbon, and more beer. Frozen fruity blender drinks and tequilla, too.
There must be wifi access with free internet service, satellite HDTV on 60" plasma, and the best gaming equipment combinded with the the latest new releases.
Bring your own drugs.
Let's hop aboard the party train. Choo-oo-woo!