Real Life Jet-Setting


We are back in the States for Tyler's sister's wedding.
It was Saturday night,
and it was gorgeous.

When I get in pictures, 
I'll post them because I think...
well, I think you'll love them.

(I married into a pretty family.)

When we booked our flights home,
we were faced with some terrible options.

$1400 for a single ticket
(hello, summer & Olympics)
or 80k miles of AAdvantage Miles to fly with a flexible coach ticket.

Awesome.

But we found ANOTHER option.

85k AAdvantage Miles for a non-flexible First Class ticket.

Duh.

So we cashed in a butt-load of our miles
and got the First Class ticket.

(I know, a girl that says "butt-load" doesn't belong anywhere other than coach.)

It was amazing.

Let me give you some of the highlights:

(Oh yeah, I'm classy enough to have taken pictures the whole time.)

First,
you sit in your own little pod.




It's like a bubble of heaven
with fully reclining seats, stacks of blankets,
your own set of pajamas & slippers 
and three windows to your very own self.




The service is amazing.

No longer do you have to apologize to your flight attendant 
for bothering them by asking for a glass of water.

No, no. 
Your wish is their command.

We made great friends with our attendant, Rick.
He took extra good care of us 
and made us "Rick Specials" all flight long. 


But what I really want to talk about is the food.




Literally, you could eat the entire flight 
if your body could handle it.

The menu.

The starter.




The ice cream sundae trolley.

The finished result of my sundae creation
paired with Fiddler on the Roof.

(Weird choice, but I hadn't seen it in ages.)




Typically, when I fly home
I do my best to pretty much black out from check-in to landing.

Flying first class makes you savor every single moment
and feel like, at last, your life is where it should be. 




And now, as I face reality 
I come to the realization 
that I may never sit in coach again
without noticing the distant clinks 
of spoons scraping out the last bites
of hot fudge sundaes from crystal goblets
in the rows ahead.

Torture.

Have you even flown first class?
How did you ever go back to coach?


*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy
Posted on August 6, 2012 and filed under "Jet Setting", "travel".