6 1/2.1.09 (dated this way until I catch up)

"We flyin' first class, up in the sky. Drinkin' champagne, livin' the life”

-Fergie, Glamorous.

Okay, so I wasn’t in first class, but I was in the sky. I wasn’t drinking champaigne, but I was living the life! Before I boarded my plane to fly to Germany there had been some confusion with my seating. My mom swore she had picked out a seat from the only remaining seats, in the very back of the plane, yet my boarding pass had 11C on it. I showed the stewardess directing passengers and she, looking almost surprised, pointed me not to the right, with the steady flow of passengers, but through the curtain and to the left. Before continuing, I’ll pose the question: If I had no business sitting in the seat they gave me, but pulled it off with class, can you figure out where they put me? For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son. For God so desired to remind Dan of this love and concern with even the smallest details of his life that He gave Dan a rocket ship cockpit to ride in on his flight over to Germany. Or maybe not a cockpit, because how many pilots get back massages while flying? There was a remote for my seat with more options on it than I had fingers to push, controlling seat parts that I didn’t know could move. They served us drinks several times, and the meal was a three course deal. I included a picture of the dinner’s appetizer course, skipped the second course picture, but resumed with a picture of the dessert, and finally the next morning’s (a relative term) breakfast. There’s also a picture of the seat/bed. I wouldn’t pay an extra $1,500 for the experience, but it was well worth the extra wasted battery life on my camera.

The remote, the chair, and the appetizer course of my dinner!