Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Like a Virgin


Well, I made it. I arrived in London yesterday. Right now, I’m on a train zooming through the English countryside toward Bath and my first look at Bath Spa University -- where, with any luck, I’ll soon be writing stories about superheroes and talking animals. More on that later.

I spent a large portion of the day, yesterday, fighting off bone-crushing fatigue from the 7-hour flight and 8-hour time difference between Oregon and London. I slept roughly zero winks on my overnight Virgin Atlantic flight between Washington, DC and London.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying.

From past experience, I know it’s impossible for me to sleep in the economy class on international flights (where the goal is to snooze a solid 4-5 hours before you’re forced to wrangle your giant backpack through a foreign public transportation system at rush hour), so I decided to go all Park Avenue and upgrade myself to premium economy.

I know, I’m big time.

Anyhoo, I was welcomed aboard Miss Beehavin (that would be my, apparently, quite saucy plane) with a lovely little glass of champagne, an extra few inches of leg room, and a few more precious degrees of seatback incline. I settled in, popped a potent sleeping pill and took advantage of Sir Branson’s hospitality by perusing the movie and music selections on my personal state-of-the-art, back-of-the-seat entertainment system. 

Then, hoping my champagne/sleeping pill cocktail would kick in soon, I adjusted my sleep mask and promptly tossed and turned for the next 7 hours. There may have also been sighing involved.

Not exactly what I planned, but at least I did it in style.

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P.S. Before I go, one thing you should know about Virgin Atlantic: It’s the greatest airline in the world. Seriously. Flying with Virgin will change your life -- mainly by making you loathe, dread and swear at the complete lack of customer service on our domestic carriers.

Let me give you an example: On my first trip to Europe, my flight home was cancelled (which I, naturally, took as a sign I should live here forever). Virgin Atlantic called me to apologize for the inconvenience and proceeded to put me up in a 4-star hotel, drive me around the city, and feed me yummy meals as an apology for making me hang out in London an additional day. 

I’ve been a loyal customer ever since. Do yourself a favor and become one too. (And no, they didn't pay me to say that (Although, they totally should! Call me Sir Richard!)) Cheers!

{Images via LoveMarks}