When the clock-radio alarm goes off at 6:30AM, it is playing Katy Perry’s “Waking Up In Vegas.” Oddly, nowhere in that song does she discuss blearily performing one’s morning ablutions, then staggering downstairs to purchase an $11 plate of biscuits and gravy from a Nathan’s Hot Dogs stand and eat it while sitting under a copse of palm trees bent in half by the blustery wind, contemplating the world’s most bijou Sphinx and watching a rollercoaster dodge a miniature version of the Statue of Liberty. And yet that is exactly what I am doing.
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And let me tell you: first class is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the way flying is meant to be done. It’s such a categorically better experience — in every single way — that I’m now tempted to start using my miles to buy upgrades instead of tickets. Even leaving aside the obvious things, like the free mixed drinks and better meals and larger seats, the little touches — like having a dedicated stewardess for a cabin of twenty people — are surprisingly nice.
Sadly, the Grand was the very last stop on the (extremely sluggish) airport shuttle, so I didn’t hit my pillow until 1AM PST. Meaning that I am very bleary, indeed, and it’s taking me longer to write this than it should. I’ll pick up the thread again later.
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When the clock-radio alarm goes off at 6:30AM, it is playing Katy Perry’s “Waking Up In Vegas.” Oddly, nowhere in that song does she discuss blearily performing one’s morning ablutions, then staggering downstairs to purchase an $11 plate of biscuits and gravy from a Nathan’s Hot Dogs stand and eat it while sitting under a copse of palm trees bent in half by the blustery wind, contemplating the world’s most bijou Sphinx and watching a rollercoaster dodge a miniature version of the Statue of Liberty. And yet that is exactly what I am doing.
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And let me tell you: first class is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the way flying is meant to be done. It’s such a categorically better experience — in every single way — that I’m now tempted to start using my miles to buy upgrades instead of tickets. Even leaving aside the obvious things, like the free mixed drinks and better meals and larger seats, the little touches — like having a dedicated stewardess for a cabin of twenty people — are surprisingly nice.
Sadly, the Grand was the very last stop on the (extremely sluggish) airport shuttle, so I didn’t hit my pillow until 1AM PST. Meaning that I am very bleary, indeed, and it’s taking me longer to write this than it should. I’ll pick up the thread again later.
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