That Time We Flew Business Class

A few months ago, on our second trip to Moscow, something amazing happened. We sat in business class. Let me back up a few hours though.

Does anyone else feel this way on vacation? You're on your last day of your trip and you're just exhausted, tired, and cranky? It always happens to me, so, by the time we arrived to the airport, I just wanted to be back in Ufa. We spent the day trying to find something to do and nothing worked out. Museums were closed. I ripped my tights and it made a huge hole. I couldn't go get another pair because we already brought our bags to the train station. If you've ever been to Russia you'll notice that all the women dress impeccably. I felt so trashy walking around and I wasn't making A's day any better by stressing out. So, instead of going to see some buildings we ended up wasting time by going to the mall so I could buy replacement tights.

Just a glimpse at the amount of seat room we had!

Basically, we just wanted to be back in Ufa. By the time we got to the airport we learned that our flight had been delayed two hours and they weren't telling us where to go to check in. A walked around to find a place to charge his phone and do some work. Eventually, we went to a cafe so we could eat and he could work. Almost 10 minutes before the gates were to close we still couldn't figure out where we were going. A just went to the airline counter (which wasn't very clear) and asked about our flight. The woman gave him an attitude and told him, "150 already figured it out. Why couldn't you?" Well, she said something like that, it was all in Russian but that's what he said.

After dealing with her we went through security. Our gate had been changed three times since we got through security. When we got to the last gate our whole flight was waiting about 45 minutes in line to board. So, the counter lady could have lost the attitude because 10 minutes before closing was a joke. Domodedovo airport is always busy, so there wasn't anywhere to sit. We stood in line for that amount of time because we just kept thinking, "It can't be much longer." It was. I had noticed that we were in seats 2, but I didn't think it was going to be anything spectacular because I've been on airplanes before that were all economy seats and that boarded from the back.

Finally, about 3 hours after we were supposed to leave we finally boarded the plane, and we saw it. Two seats in business class had the same seat number as our ticket. We weren't sure if we were actually supposed to sit there. We sat with our stuff on our laps, looking around to see if someone was going to tell us to move. A father and daughter sat next to us and both had the reaction, "OH MY GOSH! We are here?!" At that point I knew that we were where we were supposed to be. The people in front of us, too, were shocked that they were sitting in the same area.

We didn't get any special treatment (unfortunately, it's wasn't first class), but it was just so cool that we sat in business class. The seats were much bigger and there were a bunch of extra gadgets, like a table that came out of the armrest. We asked the people next to us to take our picture and they asked us to do the same. I managed to sleep in the flight because all the extra room allowed me to sleep in a ball. A and I always say to each other, "Remember the time we flew business class? That was so cool!"

Have you ever had a bad day turn into a good day?

Sorry for the horrible quality. All pictures are from my iPhone.