i was tired and strangely ready to leave.
when i get to the airport the automatic check-in machine i was instructed to use spit out a piece of paper that said there was something wrong and i needed to speak to someone at the counter. as i walk over a shift change is taking place but they are both kind of helping then they start talking to each other in japanese and i have no idea what's going on. one leaves and the other tells me that unfortunately there are no available seats in economy. she then pauses and i think "i hope i don't have to sit here for a long time for another flight. this is gonna suck". she then says "would you mind moving up to first class?" ppffttt, that's a given. "no, i don't mind at all." i say. that's a first for me.
after this security has a hard time dealing with the pencils in my backpack. taking everything out, looking, saying there's nothing there, x-raying again, over and over. the same thing happened leaving korea. they finally realized there was nothing there and i was allowed to go on my way.
first class was awesome. had some really good sushi. all the coffee i wanted. the guy next to me had three of those little bottles of wine and i don't think he paid for them. i should have followed his lead. i was able to put on some house slippers that they provided and prop my feet up and recline. i didn't realize til near the end of the flight that had a private tv and i could watched movies/tv shows of my liking from a huge list of things. you know i don't really care for those much, but there were a few things i would have watched. next time i get bumped up i'll know what to do.
in the airport they had these displays of illegal items. the designer name brand crap next to the replicas was funny and quite accurate.
i understand why they're in there, but i thought the musical instruments were pretty rad.
i wouldn't want to kill a turtle to make a banjo or whatever that is, but i liked it.
note to self: next time, don't forget to bring enough cash.
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