This moment warrants its own blog post. i sit in the borgeious delight that is The First Class Lounge in Heathrow Aiport Terminal 4. My mother has a way with words, and I can only thank her for this experience.
Pictures would not, could not, describe its lavish opulence.
Words hardly do it justice.
There are video games and squishy leather chairs. The toilets have seat warmers. The breakfast food, breakfast beverages, breakfast cocktails are free, FREE. and they're tasty, not your run of the mill economy class stylie stuff.
So the silver lining in a three-day-heathrow-airport-doesn't-know-how-to-deal-with-the-snow-delay is this...
First Class, aahhhhoooeee. (angels were singing just there).
Detroit this afternoon, hopefully!
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