Again, it’s early morning and sleep has forsaken me. I have an hour to write before I hustle to the office and another 8 hour day. Work crowds my real passion, writing, to the back burner until the weekends which I treasure with my characters—and occasionally a bit of fun in the real world! (I try to limit the real world to weekdays)
I’ve just been on a marvelous journey.
My Ex-husband gave me points on Continental to fly to Manchester, England to visit my son and his growing family. Ian married an English woman, and they have two children. I had to learn to be a child person again and after 12 days I returned home whipped! Since the Ex travels for work, he is Gold Status with Continental and I got to fly First Class (or Business Class which is printed on the zipper bag they gave me, containing ear plugs, toothpaste, a blindfold, hand wipes (they bring round hot towels). My stay in England was heartwarming, fun and definitely worth a blog of its own.
This blog is about flying First Class. Maybe you do this as a regular occurrence. To me, it was SPECIAL class.
On the flight to Manchester, I languished in a second row seat with my blankie and pillow. The steward appeared with a menu for dinner and a request for a drink order. I glanced at the selection and ordered a Bombay Sterling and tonic. Whisk. The cocktail was on my table tray. Then he served warmed cocktail nuts and ice water.
I was reading Angels & Demons by Dan Brown, and he asked me what I thought of the novel. My impression, which we grinned about, matched his—very like the DaVinci Code. He came back for my dinner request, and I asked if he’d seen Clash of the Titans. He said it was fun, so I watched the action film on the screen that pulled up from my right armrest. This isn’t a review, but I wasn’t impressed with the movie.
For dinner I enjoyed Sea Bass & Lobster bouillabaisse with white wine. After dinner, I had ice cream with strawberries then cheese with Grand Marnier. I probably sound very provincial but I’m 5’9” and I could extend my legs. The seats recline to almost vertical and there is a footrest. I would have slept on the flight but I was having way too much fun. My steward came back to ask me again and again if I needed anything. Another drink? Yep. Nope.
The return flight wasn’t quite as enchanting (as I didn’t have my own private Steward) but I did begin with a Mimosa served with warmed nuts. Dinner was a steak with new potatoes. I was pleasantly surprised that the beef wasn’t overdone.
I wanted to share an experience I’m not likely to repeat until I’m rich and famous. Or I win the lottery—and I never buy tickets.
The sun is peaking over the horizon, and my eyes are sinking half-mast. In fifteen minutes, I have to fling myself into the shower for the beginning of a Tuesday.
I’m flying first class to work in my Z3. One guy, when I had my top back, shouted that he liked my license plate, “Z3PO.”
I’ve just been on a marvelous journey.
My Ex-husband gave me points on Continental to fly to Manchester, England to visit my son and his growing family. Ian married an English woman, and they have two children. I had to learn to be a child person again and after 12 days I returned home whipped! Since the Ex travels for work, he is Gold Status with Continental and I got to fly First Class (or Business Class which is printed on the zipper bag they gave me, containing ear plugs, toothpaste, a blindfold, hand wipes (they bring round hot towels). My stay in England was heartwarming, fun and definitely worth a blog of its own.
This blog is about flying First Class. Maybe you do this as a regular occurrence. To me, it was SPECIAL class.
On the flight to Manchester, I languished in a second row seat with my blankie and pillow. The steward appeared with a menu for dinner and a request for a drink order. I glanced at the selection and ordered a Bombay Sterling and tonic. Whisk. The cocktail was on my table tray. Then he served warmed cocktail nuts and ice water.
I was reading Angels & Demons by Dan Brown, and he asked me what I thought of the novel. My impression, which we grinned about, matched his—very like the DaVinci Code. He came back for my dinner request, and I asked if he’d seen Clash of the Titans. He said it was fun, so I watched the action film on the screen that pulled up from my right armrest. This isn’t a review, but I wasn’t impressed with the movie.
For dinner I enjoyed Sea Bass & Lobster bouillabaisse with white wine. After dinner, I had ice cream with strawberries then cheese with Grand Marnier. I probably sound very provincial but I’m 5’9” and I could extend my legs. The seats recline to almost vertical and there is a footrest. I would have slept on the flight but I was having way too much fun. My steward came back to ask me again and again if I needed anything. Another drink? Yep. Nope.
The return flight wasn’t quite as enchanting (as I didn’t have my own private Steward) but I did begin with a Mimosa served with warmed nuts. Dinner was a steak with new potatoes. I was pleasantly surprised that the beef wasn’t overdone.
I wanted to share an experience I’m not likely to repeat until I’m rich and famous. Or I win the lottery—and I never buy tickets.
The sun is peaking over the horizon, and my eyes are sinking half-mast. In fifteen minutes, I have to fling myself into the shower for the beginning of a Tuesday.
I’m flying first class to work in my Z3. One guy, when I had my top back, shouted that he liked my license plate, “Z3PO.”
PS The handsome devil has nothing to do with this post. He's a shameless attention getter!
Sounds wonderful, Linda, and you so obviously appreciated it. When I was married to a CEO, we lived internationally and often traveled first class, but with the divorce I came back to the real world, no more first class for me! Still, I have many happy memories. Glad you enjoyed your holiday with your family!
I love shameless attention getters. Your flight sounds like a dream. I've never had that experience but I'm glad you did.
Welcome home. We want way more grandma details!
I doubt that I'll get to repeat my dream flight, but it is, as you say Patrice, a happy memory.
Mary, I wish I could have gone to RWA with you!
What a fabulous time you must have had in England, Linda. Visiting your son and his family must have been wonderful. I've never flown first-class, because I'm such a bargain hunter. Maybe some day...
I"m glad you had such a wonderful trip and such great service. It doesn't always happen! I ride in the back of the bus and in the front, depending on what mileage we have and how short a notice we get to visit our kids in Seattle. First class is always better!! Haha!
I am usually in the coach class. This was a special treat. I did have a wonderful time in England with my 2 gorgeous grandchildren. That's a blog for another day!
I flew business class once on British Airways and just loved it. Lucky you! (BTW your shameless attention-getter worked very well.)
Wow Linda, how kewl is that? New to me for sure. I enjoyed your post. :)
Oh, now I want to fly first class, especially if your steward looked like the pic you've posted. YUM.
I wonder what hubby would think if we didn't share the same cabin. LOL
Thanks for sharing, Linda. I'm green with envy.
An enviable blog, Linda! Really enjoyed it and the picture, too! Skivvies never looked so good!
An enviable blog, Linda! Really enjoyed it and the picture, too! Skivvies never looked so good!
Linda, I've never had the pleasure of flying first class. I've got that to look forward to and hope one day I'll be able to try it. Sounds like you had a great time. It will be good research for one of your stories. Glad you enjoyed your trip.
Linda, I've always wanted to fly first class. Warm hand towels and plenty of leg room sound lovely. Maybe I'll treat myself one day. Oh, and your attention-getter got my attention!
Just got back on line. I am so glad you had a great flight, but we've yet to hear about your visit!!
Welcome home my friend.