Christina in First Class

Hey all, I'm back in the U.K. and everything is back to normal!

So, on the way home, I had to fly from Minneapolis to Detroit, then Detroit to Amsterdam, then from Amsterdam to Glasgow (and boy, are my arms tired--HA!). When I got to Detroit, my boarding pass wouldn't scan, and I was thinking something was wrong. They gave me a new boarding pass, and I noticed something had changed. Instead of seat 25-C, I was in 01-B. That's right. I got bumped up to first class.

As I found my (enormous, supremely comfortable) seat, I asked the flight attendant if something was amiss and explained that I hadn't paid extra for first class. As she handed me a glass (and actual glass) of champagne, she said that this happens sometimes on full flights. I pushed aside the down quilt and pillow on my seat, sat down, and then stretched my legs as far as they could go, without touching the wall in front of me. The flight attendant took my coat and hung it up, then handed me a menu. After exploring the contents of the amenities kit I was given (a sleep mask, chap stick, earplugs, a pen, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a pair of slipper socks), she came around to take our orders (I ordered mushroom stuffed chicken, a salad with walnuts and goats cheese, and a glass of 2005 Syrah). A bit later, someone came around with hot towels. Shortly after that, hors d'oeurves (crostinis with salmon and rare beef with asparagus, and a shrimp and water chestnut skewer) and wine were served.

I discovered that my seat could recline all the way back without even coming near the person in the seat behind me, and took advantage of that while I watched The Changeling on my personal entertainment set. Dinner was served (again, on REAL dishes), and it was some of the best chicken I've ever had. After someone came to clear the dishes and linen napkin and tablecloth were taken away, I continued to watch my movie until dessert was offered. I didn't want dessert because I was too full from my delicious dinner. I reclined my seat even more, fluffed up my big down pillow, and napped on and off until breakfast. I had warm cranberry walnut bread with a selection of jams and fresh fruit, by the way.

My outside was very calm, but my insides were saying "OH MY GOD! I'M IN FIRST CLASS!! OH MY GOD! WOOO-HOOOO!!"

Anyway, the long and short of it is that I'm home in one piece, and I somehow managed to drag 63 pounds of luggage up 6 flights of stairs. You may be asking yourself, "Why didn't her big, strong boyfriend help her take her luggage upstairs?" Well, he didn't help me because he was attempting to meet me at the airport. My flight got in a little early and I left, thinking he was at work like he said he would be. He wanted to to surprise me, and, ironically enough, to help me with my luggage. Isn't that sweet? He gets points for the effort, believe me!
I'll be away this weekend at Chris' sister's engagement party in Dunfermline. Have a great weekend!
xo