Friday. It was time to head to Singapore for my consulting work, and let’s be honest—I was just as excited for the journey as I was for the destination.
Because this wasn’t just any flight.
Oh no.
This was First-Class Marcy, Round Two. (Yes, I put first-class seats in this contract too—who even am I?!)
I stepped into the exclusive first-class entrance, bypassing the usual airport chaos, and was escorted straight to my private suite. Not a seat. Not a pod. A suite.
And it was incredible.
A plush, oversized chair, a personal snack basket, and—wait for it—my own beverage cooler. This wasn’t just luxury. This was next-level.
Before I could fully process the moment, a flight attendant appeared with a warm smile.
“Mrs. Miller, may I pour you a glass of champagne?”
Why, yes. Yes, you may.
She then offered caviar, which I politely declined because… absolutely not. Hard pass.
As I sipped my champagne, I had this surreal realization—this is my life right now. And honestly? I don’t think I could have even dreamed this up.
Wait… A Shower? At 30,000 Feet?!
And then came the moment that truly blew my mind.
“When would you like to schedule your shower, Mrs. Miller?” the flight attendant asked.
I’m sorry… what?!
Yes. A shower. On a plane. At 30,000 feet.
I booked my time, barely containing my excitement. Meanwhile, we took off so smoothly that I didn’t even feel it. One minute, we were on the ground—the next, the city was shrinking beneath me through three windows in my suite.
And then—shower time.
I stepped into the spa-like bathroom, where the heated floors (yes, heated floors on a plane!) instantly made me question my entire life setup at home. I had five minutes of water, which I could start and stop as needed—kind of like an RV shower, except super bougie.
The amenities were incredible. Luxurious products, fluffy towels, and, of course, complimentary pajamas—because why not? When I got back to my suite, there was a post-shower fruit plate waiting for me.
Honestly? I may just never leave this plane.
Dinner, Drinks, and a Bar in the Sky
Next up? Dinner.
I ordered the chicken meal, and I was expecting decent food, but—wow. It was so good. Flavorful, fresh, and honestly better than some restaurants I’ve been to.
After eating, I decided to stretch my legs while they transformed my chair into a bed.
That’s when I discovered something else—this plane had a bar.
A real bar. With barstools. And a bartender.
I could actually sit at a bar and order a drink… while flying over the world. This was peak luxury.
When I got back to my suite, my bed was ready. Soft blankets, fluffy pillows, and—get this—tiny twinkling lights in the ceiling, like stars.
I snuggled in, whispered goodnight to my private first-class dreamland, and drifted off to sleep… somewhere high above the world.
Next stop: Singapore.
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