August 1st, 15:34 | lilephyte takes Manhattan (just like a muppet!)
So, having never in my life flown business class, and being unlikely ever to do so again (unless Air Canada bollockses up another flight by overselling it, and needs to coax me onto a later flight by bumping me up a class again), I feel the need to share my experience. (Because hey! "Executive Class" people!) What was it like? Let's check out my airport experience...
15h26. Arrive at Terminal 2.
So that was that. As my travel experiences in general go, and specifically my flights to the US, it was dreamlike in its goodness. Never have I had such an easy time with the security/customs/etc. I didn't even have to power on my laptop as proof of my non-terroristic status. I'm telling y'all, checked bags are for chumps. Carryon rules.
Anyway, so once I got myself a map of Manhattan, and unpacked my clothes (because apparently when I'm homesick, there's nothing like hanging corporate whore clothes in a closet to ease my pangs), what did I proceed to do in my swanky room? Did I flop on the bed and watch tv on the retardedly big tv? Did I brew up a cup of coffee and call my fake-aunt in Queens? Oh, no, not this girl. I called home, left a message with my folks saying I'm not dead, then I proceeded to iron my shawl (lilac, rayon) while rocking out to California Love (the alarm clock radio has an uplink for mp3 players). Again, with the susie-housemaking habits. Seriously. Who gets to New York and on her first (and possibly only) night with no corporate duties stays in and does her ironing?? Clearly I don't know how to party.
(Sidenote: see? Despite my recent insanity, there weren't just country tunes on my mp3 player -- there's hope for me after all!)
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