Then we are escorted inside to the ticket desk. We do the formalities, then go through security, ie xray and pat down with the magic wand.
From there were are escorted into the lounge. It has a marvelous bar, relaxation area, sitting area, private offices fully equipped, cigar room with N/C cigars, dining room with both a la carte and buffet, spa, showers, sleeping rooms, and who knows what else as I don't have time to walk around the whole place.
I am asked if I would like a drink. Yes please. Vodka and grapefruit in a tall glass full of ice, extra pulp. No problem. It was terrific! I do have time for a few more...
But first, I gotta pee.
I'm back. Too much info? The wash room is ridiculous. Shoe shine machines. The sink and "business" areas separated by super quiet automatic sliding glass doors. Doors open and close just like on the set of "Get Smart".
"Thank you!" I was just interrupted by another Vodka and grapefruit.
Anyway, walking back from the washrooms I checked out the shower rooms, equipped with bath robes, slippers, etc. Two of the rooms have a large bath tub.
I then cruised through the dining area. There is even a big meat slicer where you an get a slice of meat to your specifications.
The cigar room, cool. I'm going to skip that room.
Bar menu infinite. Paul, check this out.
The only thing not included here is the spa. The massage chairs are included but that seems so impersonal.
So Lisa suggests we should do lunch. I ordered calamari and schnitzel from the menu. Half way thru my schnitzel we are interrupted - "Ms. Murphy, your bath is ready". And she up and leaves me with my schnitzel, which by the way I thought was going to be wiener schnitzel. I finished my lunch alone, had a few shrimp, and was done.
Hmmm, I should have a shower.
So I went to the lady at the desk to inquire. I said, "I'm told you are the lady to see about a shower". She told me to take room number one. There are four rooms, as I approached them, all the doors were opened except number one, so I opened it to see a half naked Lisa. She says she locked it. Right. I didn't see any pool boys around so maybe she did think she locked it. Maybe the lady thought I was looking for Lisa and gave me her room number. Who knows. Well since I'm here I thought we might as well - have a shower!
As I strip down to get in the shower, the room has a bath tub on one end, a shower on he other end, the door opens. Two ladies look in, apologize, and me there with my wiener schnitzel at my side. Lisa laughs and closes the door. Says she did think she locked it, again. Right. Complicated locks? The shower was great.
Lisa stole a duck.
Back in the lounge... Time passes...
"Mr. Sajko << name pronounced perfectly as it always is in Europe >>
and
Ms. Murphy,
your car is ready to take you to the plane."
We head down a flight of stairs to passport control, two guys at a desk who look pretty bored, stamp stamp, out the door to the waiting driver and Porche, and away we go, through double gated security. We are now on the tarmac. We navigate a few lanes, around a few corners, around a bunch of planes and then turn in where our plane is.
From here, up an elevator to the first class ramp onto the plane. Our chauffeur is given the security wand check before he is allow to take us and our luggage into the plane. He stows our luggage and wishes us farewell.
Oblivious to us, everyone is already on the plane and ready to go, including the other 6 first class passengers. Time for drinks before we head our for our seven and a half hour flight to Boston.
Caviar is the appetizer. Lisa doesn't like fish, but this isn't fish, this is pre-fish. Hmm, wonder if I can sell that angle to her...
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