Recliners

My first flight is to Frankfurt, Germany. I arrive at JFK later than I wanted, because that is how me and JR do. LOL. It didn't help that it was pouring. Surprisly, the airport is dead, maybe because it's 8pm, I guessing it is the rain cancellations. There is NO line to check-in. When I board the flight I am oblivious to what that aircraft looks like. I knew I had Business Class and I have flown First Class before, but this was TOTALLY different. I am in the front of the aircraft. When I board, there is a staircase, wtf? I am guessing it goes upstairs to the Pilot Deck, because I am in the second row and all I see is a blank wall. LOL. Ok. I am cultured. I really am, but this is NEW. Has anyone every seen the commercial for some airline where the seats turn into beds. YESS. I don't want to brag too much because not all of my colleagues will have the luxury of Business Class, but this aircraft was meant for me, the sleeper. Anyone that really knows me is aware that I can sleep standing up, but this is luxury sleeping! These seats even have a massager. I look around and realize that everyone has kicked off their shoes. They are serving food. I have a problem eating around strange feet. As usual, I am so exhausted that I fall out before we leave the gate. I did manage to hear some fluzinettzz (blah) fluegenz, gubernezz (blah, blah). Yea that was German. What? ZZZZ. I wake up for a few minutes during the flight to take full advantage of my "recline" to sleep position. The next 6 hours are a blurrrr. Sorry, I love sleep.