Okay, back to the trip.

On Saturday Cynthia drove me to the airport and even though I had left later than I wanted to, I still got to the airport in plenty of time because I was going to leave much earlier than necessary!

I have to trick myself in order to get anywhere on time.

So, got to the airport and blah blah blah, checked my luggage and blah blah blah, had some lunch at Nathan's and blah blah blah, got onto the airplane and...

No more blah blah blah.

My seat number was 9H. Rows one through five were first class, I passed into the next section, found my seat, thought "Gee, coach sure has gotten nicer these days, then looked up and saw coach though the door about ten feet farther on.

I was in Business Class.

I checked my boarding pass again, 9H, then the seat, 9H. Started putting my stuff in the overhead bin, then stopped and checked my boarding pass again, 9H, then the seat, 9H. Took out my computer and stowed my camera, checked my boarding pass again, 9H, then the seat, 9H.

I sat in the seat. It really seemed to be true, but I figured that it was a computer error and that they would come and say "Excuse me, miss, but it is obvious that you don't belong here, you haven't even washed your hair, for heaven's sake! Get back into steerage with the scum where you belong!"

But they didn't. I was still in the seat when the plane took off. So I relaxed. It was incredible. It was the greatest flight on my life.

Have you ever flown on Business Class? It's astounding. I could stretch out my legs as far as they could go, and could barely touch my toes against the seat in front of me, and my legs are anything but short. I could lean my chair back as far as I liked without worrying about being in the lap of the person behind me. There's a leg rest that you can raise. There's a fabulous headrest. You know how in coach they give you a little thin blanket about the size of a postage stamp? Well, in Business Class it's a giant six foot long blanket that covers you from the top of your privileged head to the tips of your dainty toes.

The food is exactly the same swill as they give you in coach, which I usually like just fine, but tastes much worse when you are sitting in such comfort. And the movie was the hideous, appallingly reviewed A Dog of Flanders, that I didn't bother watching.

The flight was glorious. It also landed about ten minutes early, which I found terribly disappointing, because I wanted it to go on forever and ever.

As we were coming down, you know how you see the lights on the freeway looking, like David Wilcox says, "little diamond towards you and ruby away"? Well, I saw a solid, unmoving strip of white next to a solid, unmoving strip of red. It looked like a two-tone belt.

So I was pretty certain that Mom would be late picking me up.

One of my suitcases was about the third one off the plane, the other was about the fortieth, then I went outside and stood on the sidewalk for an hour, watching everyone around me meeting their friends and loved ones while I stood there like the Last Child at Daycare.

It was fascinating, though. Sometimes I forgot to watch for Mom. People happy to see each other, people annoyed at having to drive all the way to LAX, people waiting for that last piece of luggage to arrive, and trying to park for half an hour in a "throw your luggage into the car and beat it" zone.

A tiny car with three people in it already, and stuff in the trunk, somehow managing to shoehorn in another three huge people and their massive baggage, driving off looking like a clown car at the circus.

A ruggedly beautiful man picking up another ruggedly beautiful man, his stunningly beautiful wife, and their two angelically beautiful children. It was a family made up entirely of models. You couldn't look straight at them, or you would be blinded.

Finally, Mom arrived, and said "How was the flight?"
"Um, was I supposed to be in Business Class?"
"You were in Business Class?"

So I have no idea why I was there. Was it a mistake? Was it something that the airline does around the holidays, surprise upgrades? Was it another gift from PP and Bapa? And, most importantly of all, will it happen on the flight back?

Alls I know is, I am absolutely positively spoiled for life.

By the way, in case you haven't noticed, I'll be updating a good deal later while I'm in LA. First of all, I'm three hours earlier, second of all, I won't be bounding out of bed at the crack of dawn, as I am on vacation.

Today's horoscope:
Let loose! Footloose and fancy free activities are accented. Laugh, play and have a good time.

One year ago today:
"I'm Freak Two!"

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