A glimpse into first class

So technically, I am still in America. But my adventure has already begun, as this is also my first time in San Francisco. Since I won't have time to do any exploring around the city, I figured the best use of my layover would be in fiddling with my phone's wireless hotspot feature knowing nothing of networking and somehow managing to succeed in connecting through a USB tether. Don't give me too much credit, it was a result of my pressing every option I had until it worked while coincidentally having the phone connected to my laptop to charge. And yes, the airport does have free wi-fi but my laptop hates me.

Anyways, let's start with last night...

Just hours before I had managed to settle my nerves enough to go to bed, I get a call from my aunt. For those who are unaware, she graciously helped me to secure my plane ticket using her miles. (Bac Be, if you are reading this, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me.) She tells me there has been a last minute change to my flight. My first reaction: "Oh no, I knew it, everything is going wrong! The flight was cancelled! ;_;"

The split second it took me to respond "Oh?" as calmly as I could felt like an eternity in my mind as I raced through all these outlandishly horrifying images of what happened. It felt even longer before she finally said, "Your seat has been changed to first class."

"Oh...w-what?"

"First class. You're riding in first class on your connecting flight to San Francisco. Is that going to be ok?"

*inside my head* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*to my aunt* "Yeah, that should be fine."

Now I know that it may seen rather insignificant, but I can barely afford to fly within the same state let alone across the country in first class. So this was a pretty exciting thing for me. Yes...I am easily excited.

So for almost 4 hours I got to know what it felt like to be rich. Premier access to all the lines. I got to pass through the exclusive ribbon to get through all the checkpoints. It was like that dream you have where all the lights turn green when you get to them, and there's always this sunny atmosphere following you like you're in heaven, and everyone smiles at you and treats you like royalty.

Then I get to the airplane. First group to board, of course. The best way I can describe it is what went through my mind as I got to my seat.

"Whoa, I am on the second row! Look at those seats, they're huge! So much leg room. Holy crap, it reclines like 45 degrees. The chair has an adjustable pillow attached! Where's the tray table? Is there no tray table? That's odd. Hmmm. It comes out of my arm rest? What?! There's a TV coming out, I can watch a movie??? That's like a whole tray of food. A hot egg, sausage, and croissant breakfast with fresh fruit and cereal! *mind explodes*"

And it kind of went on like that until I fell asleep.

And it looks like my plane is about to board. Tokyo, here I come!

Edit: I meant to also post this picture. I was greeted on my plane by a final American sunrise.