June 9, 2004 - Flying to Europe

        June began with a week of unpacking from our visit to Portland and repacking (less stuff) for our trip to Europe, which became more real on the 9th, when we boarded a 777 at LAX and headed East.  Brilliantly, Sheila bought the tickets with miles and was, threfore, able to buy first-class tickets for not ridiculously more miles than for steerage. 

Though Sheila feels air travel sucks by definition, I thought this was a great adventure.  Each of us had a semi-private cubicle that would make Dilbert's mouth water.  There were only four seats across, and we had the two in the middle of our row, thinking we'd be together.  In fact, there was a partition between our two seats.        In addition to endless storage space, a private VCR (beta?) and various other amenities, the seats fully reclined into perfectly horizontal beds.  Both of us got a surprisingly good night's sleep.  While I was reluctant to seem a total hick, taking pictures of my seat and yelling, "Hot Damn!" this sly photo gives you some idea of our digs on June 9, 2004.  You can't tell if Sheila is thinking "This is way cool!" or "This chunk of steel will soon be 30,000 feet in the air!"

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