One of the most exciting things about my upcoming Royal Wedding trip is the fact that I will be flying Virgin Atlantic to London! My frequent flyer friends tell me that this is the only way to go and I am looking forward to 7 plus hours of blue skies and bliss.
Reading the web-site description makes flying sound like fun. I can't choose between 20 movies at home and I certainly don't control my own remote. And although my car's GPS finds a way to get me where I am going, it certainly does list my air speed nor does it have a radar control (as I unfortunately found out on a recent highway excursion).
My real hope was to score a guest pass for the "Club Room" in Dulles as well as Heathrow. The glowing accounts of the Londson establishment makes my 4 star hotel sound dull. A salon, hut tub, shoe polish, made-to-order sandwiches, massage and much more!
Of course, flying first class is always an option - if you don't have kids to put through college. Or should I call it Upper Class. I can't imagine being able to pay the toll for that although those seats/beds do look rather comfy. Free peanuts and pretzels may be my best best - which is more than I got the first time I lost my virginity!
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