Tuesday, October 07, 2008

traveling in style

Knowing I was going to be stuck traveling on my birthday, I took the liberty of giving myself a present . . .
A lifetime of being on airplanes has left me with a silly obsession with the First Class section. I tend to gaze longingly at those roomy seats, replenished drink glasses, and catering stewardesses, thinking If only. . . Now the truth is that the realities of First Class benefits are not the sort of things I care for all that much: it is rather the romanticized idea of it all, and the reality that I have always been a lowly Coach passenger.
So when I booked this flight, I couldn't help but notice that my number of current sky miles equated to exactly the amount necessary for an upgrade. And with the state of air travel being what it is, I figured there was little reason to hang on to these miles for some future benefits. That being decided, I booked my first ever upgraded flight and, on my birthday this year, I was a First Class traveler :-)

5 comments:

Agusta said...

You go girl!
Only once was I pumped up to First Class on an overbooked flight...I still remember it. Boston to Atlanta...such big seats they have!
Way to spend your points! I'm so proud! And watching tv, too...

anna j said...

Thanks, babe . . . I hoped you'd see this post, as I knew you'd be proud :-)

intothethickofit said...

I would derive major satisfaction on a freebie splurge like that. Good for you!

Ages ago Mr. Tonks and I experienced a Total Travel Fiasco that resulted in my crying angry tears of frustration while trying to get home. This somehow resulted in us getting to fly first class and, oh, it was so sweet! And it hasn't happened since...

anna j said...

tonks--i am sending to you virtual first-class luck vibes for your next flight: you deserve it :-)

Julia said...

First class seems like your rightful place, Queen Anna. I also got to fly first class on a fluke all the way from Paris to New York, simply because I was flying standby and it was the only seat available. It came after a truly miserable (hellish, actually) few days of being stuck in the Paris airport. I was so tired and relieved I barely remember the details...but I think there was an ice cream sundae at one point.