Hah! 2003, and it was just some lame Alaska Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Portland, so there were no deeply reclining seats or freshly baked cookies. I haven’t had the full-on front-of-plane experience since, like, 2000.
Bull! You flew business class recently, you said. I can’t remember which trip of the 6 or so you take a year, but you were talking all about business class…
No way. Well, actually, we thought we would be able to upgrade on our flight to Amsterdam last year, but they wouldn’t let us use our certificates on an international flight. Steve can vouch for the fact that we’ve been in coach (despite my incessant whining) on every recent trip.
Actually, we did travel business class (one way) on the 45-minute ferry ride between Argentina and Uruguay… and knocked back some buddly in plastic flutes, if I remember correctly… But other than that, Melissa’s right - we ride steerage class on flights.
Steve’s right-- I forgot about that. In my defense, though, business class on the ferry between Buenos Aires and Colonia del Sacramento simply means that there are no loose chickens in the cabin.
It now occurs to me that maybe you were asking the year of the sparkling wine - I have no idea. It was as good as you’d expect on a commuter ferry. But I’ve learned an important lesson here, which is: don’t work and post. So, with that, I’ll sign off.
Steve, no, you were right - I wasn’t asking the year of the sparkling wine, but the year of the business class flight, to prove to your lovely bride that while she’s slamming me for flying in the pricey seats, she has done so more recently than I!