Flying First Class: The Ups, the Downs, and the Oversharing

Yesterday, we had a glorious 7 AM flight (because who doesn’t love waking up before the sun to play luggage Tetris?). The airline blessed us with an upgrade to first class—but there was a catch.

Chris and I were separated by a whole five rows. He was living the dream in Row 1, while I was holding down the fort in Row 5—which, in airplane terms, is basically another time zone.

Now, let’s talk breakfast. Row 1 got first dibs on the elite bread selection—biscuits and croissants. By the time t...