I’m writing this from the comfort of my seat at the front of the plane. That’s me in 4K. The girl with the smile on her face, grinning at anyone who walks past. I’m super snug in my little pod, shut out from the world (or at least the passengers in Economy). Did I pay for this indulgence? Nope. My company? Don’t think so. My friends at Qantas upgraded me on my flight to Perth, thanks to a whole lot of shopping and Frequent Flyer Points. Loyalty pays. I’m at the pointy end of the ship and loving it.
I don’t get to fly Business class very often so I still get a huge kick out of it. It’s the little things that make a difference. The cabin crew use my name when they talk to me. It’s quieter and more private. Shorter lines for the toilet. Headphones that ‘cancel’ all the noise around you. The flight just feels more relaxing because I’m in a super comfy seat and not squished in between other people.
Did I mention the food?
Lunch was amazing. My chatty hostess (we had a lovely conversation about how awesome my hair is) set up my tray table with a white table cloth, REAL STEEL cutlery and an array of food. Salad with dressing. Sourdough bread with proper butter. Fresh cut fruit. Then she placed a small plate of chargrilled vegetables in front of me. It was a good size, but not what I’d call a main meal. Never mind, I’ll just get a cheese plate later, I thought, as I worked my through the fresh eggplant, zucchini and peppers.
Little Miss Chatty took away my empty plates and I settled back to watch Sing Street – a gorgeous movie that filled me with joy. It’s about a boy growing up in the 80s in a rough part of Dublin and forming his own band with a bunch of misfit friends. You really should see it – it’s awesome.
As I was sipping my sparkling cranberry juice (non alcoholic due to feeling a little queasy), Ms Chatty placed a large plate of marinated stir fried tofu, spicy chick peas and basmati rice in front of me. Unbelievably good. So much food. So must deliciousness. I ate with gusto, making sure I got every piece of that cold silver cutlery dirty. It was divine. I was full to the brim with business class joy.
My film ended and as I contemplated what to do next, Ms Chatty offered me a Maggie Beers fancy salted nine year caramel with dusted koala icecream … or a cheese plate. I was still full from my tofu and chickpea extravaganza but what the hell, I’m on holidays so let’s do it! I’m planning (hoping) to walk 135kms in the next few days, I’ll work it off.
A cheese plate like the one I demolished would cost you about $35 in a restaurant … In business class, they’re part of the deal. It even had the right amount of crackers. In fact, I had too many so I had to also eat the blue cheese to use them all up. I don’t really like blue cheese, but at the front of the plane everything tastes better. Honest.
I still have two hours of the flight to go. What to do? I could watch another movie. Start reading my new book. Do some writing. Or maybe, I’ll turn my seat into a flat bed and have a nap. It’s been a crazy, stressful few weeks so I could do with some extra sleep.
I wonder if Ms Chatty will bring me a pair of Qantas pyjamas to change into. And another cheese plate for when I wake up. Too much?
Please God, let me get upgraded on the flight home too. I’m not sure I’ll be able to cope moving back to the hood and using plastic cutlery.