Well, I'm home from RWA13 in Atlanta and finally feel like I have my feet beneath me. It always takes a few days to recover from conference and Monday and yesterday I was so scattered!
I was supposed to be home on Sunday night. I left for the airport on Sunday in lots of time, taking the shuttle with Maisey Yates and Jackie Ashenden. We knew some weather was due to blow in later and we all hoped that we got out before it hit. I went through security, no problem. Everything was seamless. In the few minutes before boarding, the gate agent asked if anyone was interested in upgrading to first class for $100 as the plane was full. I toyed with the idea, texted my husband.
I'd gotten my airfare at a great rate to begin with, so on a whim I splurged and yes, I upgraded. My very first ever time flying first class! Go me!
We boarded the plane. I was seated next to a young man who was probably 20, 21, and very nice and slept a lot. There is a crap-load of leg room in first class, y'all. I mean I could stretch right out, or cross my legs and not even come close to touching the seat in front of me. I'd barely sat down when the flight attendant asked if I wanted a beverage. Cool, I thought. I could get used to this.
And then things started to go hinky.
Something happened on pushback - my hunch is the tug seized up. There was a big shudder and skid and women gasping with distress in the back. At first we thought we hit something. But then the pilot said it was the tug and they were swapping it out so that makes me believe something happened there. Of course the mechanics had to inspect the nose gear first, and then do the proper paperwork and by the time we were all ready to go, the weather rolled in with flashes, booms and lots of rain.
We sat at the gate, in our seats, for THREE HOURS.
One man in first class was very vocal about the "incident" and it was clear he was drunk and he was escorted discreetly from the plane. First time I'd seen that.
A little girl who was adorable finally needed to burn off some energy so she and her turquoise sequinned shoes (Blythe Gifford would have loved them!) and pigtails went up and down the aisle making people smile. Incidentally, when we did finally take off, I never heard a peep from her. She was awesome.
Flight attendants went by with water for everyone and snacks for first class. Go me.
About 10 people got off to rebook from Atlanta. I knew after hour #2 that I was going to miss my connection to Halifax. And it was the last one of the night.
We finally took off and I was also happy for the complimentary wine and pretzels as they ended up being my dinner.
When I arrived in Philadelphia, my boarding pass for the next morning was waiting, as well as a hotel voucher. The shuttle was great but the hotel was a bit scary and ick. No a/c had been turned on so I flashed that up to get rid of the musty smell and heat and then seriously did NOT put anything on the floor.
The good news? The next morning I realized they'd bumped me to first class the whole way through! I slept a good part of the flight from Philly to Halifax, with my legs stretched out and a blanket over my shoulders. When I woke and rang the flight attendant for a glass of water, she smiled and said "Good morning".
On short hops first class isn't champagne and heated napkins and meals, but let me tell you, I was so glad I was in those seats instead of back in cattle class.
Now I'm back, getting into the swing of the story, and enjoying sleeping in my own bed.
More posts about Nationals to come - and there are pictures on my Donna Alward author page too.