Our flight out of Richmond (and one of the first morning flights out of Richmond) was cancelled. A hyrdaulic problem–on the first plane out of that gate. How lame is that? So, we all got off the packed-to-the-gills plane. I was able to reach someone at the special 800 number American provided and switched our flight to St. Louis and then to Seattle. The person on the phone was very nice and apologized for having me on hold so long. I had to go back through to the ticket counter to get new boarding passes. Those people? Not so nice. Also, people in line changing their story and weeping on the phone to get sympathy points? Lamer. I don’t understand how women do that…cry at the drop of a hat to get their way. Me? I’m a cold-hearted bitch and can see through that stuff. I’d send the whiny baby’s bags to Timbuktu for lying to me.
Anyway, we finally got to St. Louis on a kiddie plane and then discovered we’d been bumped to FIRST CLASS to Seattle. I ate and drank soda and wine and sank down deep into my big comfy chair. First class rocks.
We arrived in Seattle early. We’re staying at Hotel Max which also rocks. Small rooms but hip and cool and modern and artsy to a crazy amount. In other words, perfect. We had dinner at Etta’s, which was also perfect. The wine with dinner was super–Elk Creek Pinot Noir.
We’re thinking of having a nightcap downstairs to cap off what started off as a crappy day. But, we were bumped to First Class and our luggage actually made it here the same time we did. W00t!
A view from our window:
Awesome view!
And you are right, first class does rock! Unfortunately, once you’ve been there, riding in the back is never quite the same again.