7/10 Finally learned how to use my Global Upgrade Certificates and landed in Delta One. This funny one-upmanship in luxury. With the insane miles I fly and money I spend to be with the kids (look how I’m apologizing), it’s common now for me to be in airport lounges. 

This one now, which is supposed to be a lounge’s lounge, is one where you don’t need to go somewhere to get yourself a free drink; there are waiters trying to read every wish from your eyes, and they will go get you a drink. The check-in counter is more of an office where you sit down at a desk in comfy chairs and discuss with an agent how to proceed with your flight. At my seat there’s a pink MISSONI bag that J – after I sent her a photo – begs me to save for her.

I still think that with all this wealth in my life, there is probably yet another episode ahead of me where I will pack paper bags at a supermarket register.