We Mean Business
Day one has blown my mind and we haven’t even touched down in Australia yet. Have you ever flown business class (aka first class)? Yeah, me neither until I got on this massive Boeing 777 with 40 or so private sleeping pods and was offered a seat at 02D, where they offer you a glass (not plastic, a real piece of glass in the shape of a cup) of prossecco before you even sit down. So the next time someone asks you what you want to do before you die, make sure you add “flying business class” to your already lengthy bucket list.
My travel partner in crime, Sarah, whom you will become very familiar with in the next three months (if you don’t already know her well) is lucky enough to have a mom who works for Air Canada as a flight attendant. Having 30 years with the company means that her mom can take her daughter and her daughter’s best friend (that’s me!) halfway across the world with the chance of an ungrade. So when Sarah and her mom offered this deal to me, I was immediately on board. Mom of the year award.
There was, as there always is, a catch, however. Not much of a catch, but something to consider nonetheless. By flying standby with her mom, we weren’t guaranteed to get on any flight. This meant that we could wait and wait and wait for the one flight of the day to Sydney and be called to the counter at the gate only to be told that we would need to try again for the next day’s flight. With standby, yes, it is significantly cheaper, but there’s always that awful feeling in your gut that reminds you that you aren’t ever guaranteed to get on any flight, no matter how high your seniority is at the airline.
On the flip side, there is always the chance that someone in standby can be bumped to business class if that’s where the available seats are. Well, as I already mentioned, we just happened to be those lucky bastards who were bumped to business class and paid chump change for our seats in comparison to the people next to us. Just to give you an idea, the person next to me probably paid around $6,000 for his seat (unless he’s one of those clever people who actually earns aeroplane points).
As you can imagine, when you pay $6,000 for a one way ticket down under, the service is pretty freaking fantastic. I’m talking white table cloths, real silverware, duvets and big pillows, unlimited alcohol, endless food and snacks (that don’t taste like sh*tty airplane food), individual reclining beds with a 16 inch screen, free socks, eye masks, earplugs, headphones, water bottles, etc. The list could go on for a while. What I’m trying to get at here, is that I don’t think I can properly express my sheer level of stoke to be flying this way to Sydney.
Here I am, a business class newbie, snapping the entire experience (yes, even the bathroom, which smells like flowers, and not stale pee) and hoping that this means good things are coming our way the rest of the trip. Fifteen hours is quite a lengthy flight, but when it’s like this, with better service than I got while I was on the couch post-wisdom teeth surgery, I really could not be bothered that I’m sitting on my butt for so long. Who knows. This may be the only time I get to sit this far up in the plane in my entire life, but if I am placed down at 55E the next time I fly, I’ll at least have had this experience to reminisce on as I breathe in the stench of the loo.
I’m incredibly anxious to see my sister in 7 hours, whom I haven’t seen in a solid year (to the day, if you can believe it!), and to get a glimpse of what her life is like in Sydney. I will keep you posted as new adventures arise, but for now, it’s time to get back to all these new release movies on my 16″ screen!