For our honeymoon, Tom and I splurged our miles on getting first class seats. It wasn’t my first time flying first-class, but it was my first time knowing I was going to (all the times before had been a last-minute upgrade thanks to frequent flier status). Therefore, I was just as excited about the first class lounge as I was about the extra legroom.
I didn’t know what to expect from a first-class lounge. In George Clooney’s Up in the Air, the movie makes it look quite glamorous, but that’s Hollywood, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Would there be free-flowing champagne, long chaise chairs to lie on, and personal TV’s for every chair? I imagined flowers and air fresher than the stale oxygen normally circulating around the airports. Perhaps there’d even be massage chairs.
Alas, my fairtytale fantasies of airport first class lounges didn’t come true. It’s not that exciting. There’s no free champagne (you have to pay for it) and the décor is understated and subtle, and there are just a couple TVs in the lounge. The air seems maybe a tad bit fresher, but I think that’s mostly wishful thinking.
So turns out the first class lounge wasn’t very glamorous, yet I’d still rather be hanging out there rather than in the main terminal area. It’s quiet and peaceful, plus with less people, you can take up more space and stretch out. There’s Wi-Fi, and to keep you alert while browsing the Internet or catching up on work emails, there is free coffee, tea, and snacks. There is also a bar area serving up drinks and food for those who would like a heftier meal than shortbread cookies and cheese and crackers will provide.
I don’t know when I’ll make it back into a first-class lounge, and I’d gladly welcome the opportunity, but it’s not something I feel like I’m really missing out on. Not like the actual first class seats on the airplanes. Oh, wouldn’t that be the life to get to travel in those every time…