May 18, 2009
I decided last Wednesday to fly back home to LA to surprise my mom for Mother’s Day. As much as I like to seize the day and embrace spontaneity, tickets for Virgin America were MAD CHEAP (as in <$250 round trip), and that pushed me over the edge.
While travel can be a pain, I had nothing to complain about with my flights. In fact, with Bryant hyping up Virgin Amerca, I couldn’t wait to get on the plane. Virgin America’s planes are hip and have the hookups, literally; they offer WiFi and live TV on their flights. Instead of busting out an IPod, I browsed through their music library and formed my own playlist. There’s even in-flight chat. I didn’t use it, but it’s a potentially cute and/or creepy way to contact a cute boy you see up 2 rows. The tray tables are not the generic gray blah: they are shiny white plastic! Walking onto the plane, I felt like I entered a night club instead of a potentially-claustrophobic cabin; did I mention the cabin lights are purple?
36 hours in LA was surreal and fleeting, but the smile on my mother’s face was worth the 30 hours of travel.