Friday was a busy day as we packed up and got ready to leave for Seattle. Jay has business meetings there so we decided to tag on a little vacation. Getting all of Lula's things together was the biggest task, and I slowly worked on it throughout the day. Finally, we dropped Mollie off at a friend's house, then took Lula to another friends' house where she'll stay until Grandma Pat picks her up on Sunday. It was hard leaving that sweet little thing, but we knew two legs of flights and what is supposed to be a vacation would not have been so relaxing with that active little thing!
Saturday morning we left early to catch our 8am flight and were relieved to finally be on our way. We flew to Chicago together without event and enjoyed our hour long layover with coffee and Dunkin Donuts. Why are donuts so good?!
Then we boarded our flight to Seattle. By some fluke, we were given one first class seat and one coach seat. We knew this beforehand and had been joking about who would take it. Me being pregnant, of course, and never having enjoyed first class before, Jay graciously let me take it. I was thoroughly excited and enjoyed every minute of it.
The attendants were so polite and pleasant. We were offered warmed nuts in tiny white bowls with silver trim with our choice of drink in real glass tumblers, a free meal which was not amazing, but definitely better than the average airline meal, and finally warm cookies on little white plates. Trash and anything finished was whisked away immediately.
The roominess of the seats was wonderful, and to be able to recline without worrying about the person behind you being squished was heavenly. I had bought a turkey sandwich before boarding knowing that I would be terribly hungry at some point during the 4 hour flight. But once I realized I received a free meal, I tiptoed back to coach...all the way to the back...to give Jay my sandwich. I felt really guilty when I saw his long legs scrunched up against the seat in front of him practically hanging in the aisle to avoid touching the guy next to him. What misery! Why can't the whole plane just be first class? So though it was a wonderful experience, my view of flying has now been tainted and since this was the first and possibly last time I'll ever ride First Class, I'll be miserable in coach from here on out. Like a fallen princess, like Cinderella who never gets to return to the castle and knows what she's missing. Woe is me! (sigh)