6,456 is the number of miles that I have flown between Tuesday and Thursday last week. Houston to an overnight in New York. Back to Houston. Houston to Los Angeles and back to Houston in a day with filming customer videos inbetween all the flights.
We lucked out and flew home from L.A. first class, a nice treat after all that traveling and work. Now I don’t know if you picked this up from my awesome blog title but I’ve never flown first class.
First off we had to run to the gate because we took a detour on the way back to the airport to try In-N-Out Burger which was a worthy risk. But I did miss one of the best parts of flying first class which is looking down your nose at the lowly peons as they brush past you in a huff to get into their teeny coach seats while you stretch out in an extra wide seat while shaking your empty whiskey glass at the flight attendant for a refill. The sounds of the ice cubes clinking the glass rubbing in your superiorness even further.
Secondly, I thought that warm towel thing was just a joke in movies. It’s not. It’s so not. And the towel was so warm. So refreshing.
I rubbed it all over. Aaaaaall over.
Then came the dinner options. Yes, options. Wow. First option was some shrimp pasta thing. Second option was a roast beef sandwich. From what I could see the shrimp pasta thing had no pasta. Which I thought was weird. I got the roast beef. Which was as good as any kind of airline food-first class or coach. But the thing about this meal was that it was served on a tray complete with a table cloth, single serving salt and pepper (in actual shakers) and real honest to goodness silverware. Couldn’t that be used as a weapon for terrorists?Â
Lastly the flight attendant kept refilling my glass, (yes glass with an etched Continental Airlines logo) with Coke so I was all hopped up on sugar and caffine all night and kept Ali up all night by talking about everything and everything and everything and everything and well… everything.
SO jealous.
Don’t be jealous, Ali – you’re here in less than 2 weeks! Eeeeee!!!! We’ll get you In N Out, too.
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In-N-Out is why I’m fat.
Sounds exhausting but SO much fun. Did you abscond with the glass? You should have a souvenir of your first class experience, ya know.
Also, I’m sure Yvonne was thrilled to watch you rub your hot towel allll over.
Glad you’re having fun, and you finally got to enjoy In -n-out! Welcome back!!! <3