Yesterday, at the butt-crack of dawn, we set off on vacation to the Live Music Capitol of the world: Austin, TX.
Beautiful, sunny, oh-so-hot Austin.
I should probably lose five pounds this week just from sweating, if I ever leave the house, that is.
Anyway, our trip started uneventfully at the airport.
Until we got to the gate, that is.
All seven of us (my five, plus my in-laws) had JUST walked up to the gate, when we heard the page: "Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter. Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter."
We all thought we were being kicked off the plane, for some reason or another. Until my father-in-law got back to us.
"We've been upgraded."
"All seven of us have been upgraded to first class!"
Seriously, we got to fly first class. All seven of us.
And let me tell you, first class is so worth it! Heated towels, breakfast, drinks, super nice flight attendants, wide seats.
THAT is the life!
I could definitely get used to that.