First class

Um, it’s the Tuesday before thanksgiving.

Can you believe that? Wasn’t it just the 4th of July?

I woke up today raring to get on an airplane…. but instead I scooted my booty over to the gym for a quick workout (weights and the stationary bike since I missed-on-purpose the 6 am spinning sesh). By the end of it, all I could think about was breakfast. That’s an appropriate way to wrap up an hour of sweating in the gym, isn’t it?

I thought so.

It took a lot of internal strength for me to actually shower before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast, but when I finally got there I wanted to eat the quickest – and warmest – thing possible.

Cinnamon dusted oatmeal (and a dirty window).

Blah blah boring, but an excellent vehicle to the exorbitant amount of peanut butter I wanted to consume this morning.

Plus I needed to use up those blackberries before I head out of town tomorrow. If I had more patience, I think they would’ve tasted better in something like this, but…. we know how that goes before 9 am in the morning around here.

I desperately need to spend the rest of the day (after the whole work thang) cleaning up  my room and figuring out what exactly I’m bringing home to Las Vegas with me tomorrow for Thanksgiving break (<–calling it that makes me feel like I’m back in school). I mean, I’m only going home for a few days and I just wear spandex leggings and slippers everywhere I go, so that shouldn’t be too tricky.

Luckily I should have plenty of room to basically bring all of my belongings if I really want since I was upgraded.

Why yes, that’s right… I was moved up to first class!

I guess now I can wear all my diamonds and furs through security. 😉

Apparently all of my hard earned work as a frequent flyer the last two years (visiting Penpal) have finally gotten some due respect. That or I’m the only freak flying to Sin City for Thanksgiving.

I’ve only flown first class once before, and it was when I was younger with my dad (who used to be more of a frequent flyer than myself). I haven’t been this excited for something since finding Mickey Mouse-shaped pancakes back in the summer.

I mean, really. They serve breakfast in first class. That’s actual food that doesn’t come in a shiny blue package the size of my palm and isn’t broken into miniscule pieces. And booze too! A mimosa at 8am? Ok, sure!

After tomorrow, I have a feeling I’m going to be channeling Jerry and ElaineI can’t go back to coach.
But now it’s time to get back to work! Catch you all tomorrow from Vegas!

Have you ever flown first class? I want to hear about your experience, and some horror stories of sitting in coach. 😉

2 Comments on First class

  1. Life's a Bowl
    November 22, 2011 at 1:29 PM (6 years ago)

    We had a Mickey Mouse waffle maker when I was younger and I swear those waffles tasted better than the plain old round ones 😛

  2. Katie
    November 22, 2011 at 11:52 PM (6 years ago)

    I’ve only flown a handful of times in my life…all coach. That’s so awesome you were moved to first class! I can’t wait to hear how it goes!


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