A Guest Post...or why we seem to have a magic travel card.

A special guest post from my special man on why he loves his wife so much.


We have this magic when we travel.  I can't explain it nor do I want to try.  When we travel I leave all the arrangements to my internet savvy, travelocity diva. 


It all started in Atlantic City.  We arrived on a weeknight internet special and were treated like a Mr. Napoleone I don't know.  We were shown to a private elevator that took us to the penthouse floor we shared with two other guests.  Then there was Foxwoods in Connecticut.  We were ushered out of the registration line into the "special guest" line and taken to our suite with two baths, wet bar, sitting room, and floor to ceiling windows.  Again, there is a Mr. Napoleone, that I REALLY need to meet.


So tonight, after a wonderful four day getaway in San Antonio Tx, on another internet special, we arrive at the Dallas-Ft Worth airport for our connection to Philadelphia.  We had a little seating problem but decided to just wait a little and let it work itself out.  When we got back to our gate we were handed new boarding passes that had upgraded us to first class.  I have never flown first class.  This is what is great about first class.


1. They ask you if you want more vodka.
2. It's free.
3. You get a warm, moist, towel before dinner.
4. I had a four course dinner with an entrée of tortellini that was restaurant quality.
5. They ask you if you want more vodka.
6.  The vodka if free.
7.  The seats are enormous.
8.  They ask you if you want more free vodka.


Life is good.