So far so stinky.
I just got thrown out of the Admiral’s Club.
It seems a FIRST CLASS TICKET ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR THEM.
Slinking out of there with my carryon and my sleep machine plus my pocketbook and a jacket wasn’t my finest moment.
As I was leaving I saved a little face by yelling back “what a bunch of Snootheads” before I entered the elevator. Unfortunately the door didn’t close right away so we just stared at each other until I broke eye contact.
Then on to gate D2 with the rest of the riff raff.
I don’t know what I expected First Class to be but it wasn’t this.
The seats are close together kind of like regular seats were when I used to fly many years ago.
We just took off.
I think my tranquilizer kicked in because I’m not screaming.
The second plane looked like a mosquito but it was newer than the first plane so I was fine.
Actually the flying part wasn’t bad at all and then I got to Santa Fe.
I never loved anyplace this much. It looks like another country.
Liz took me all around. All you saw was wonderful pottery, jewelry and clothes.
I hope I can find someplace where they sell refrigerator magnets.