So, here it was Tuesday and our day to leave. So very sad.
We had to get up early, because flights from the UK to the US tend to leave early-ish. That being around 3:00 in the afternoon.
At this time, VA still had their Guest List service, which was so great Delta had them take it away after the merger, because they (Delta, not VA) suck.
Anyway, the limo picks us up around 11:00. Just enough time for the momster to fuss at me about packing. No surprise there.
Mom put most of her stuff in the new bag she purchased, because she was planning on carrying that one on. Who could blame her? It's a nice bag and no one wants it dirty.
We bid goodbye to the Holiday Inn and Kieth, or favorite concierge, and crawled into the limo.
The ride was uneventful, except for the best part, the pylons!
They block off the secret driveway to the super-special first class entrance. Of course you still have to go through security with the riff-raff, but one must make some concessions.
We got through security... that was a nightmare. Let's just say Heathrow is VICIOUS about liquids and gels in plastic bags. VICIOUS about it. DO NOT try to go through Heathrow security with so much as a lip balm not neatly stacked into the plastic zip lock baggie.
Momster had TONS of hotel shampoos and whatnot stuffed into her personal item. Therefore, everything had to be searched. Me too.
This took nearly an hour.
Ordinarily I'd be okay with this, but we had only 3 hours to enjoy the lounge and this was really cutting into it. That, I did not like one bit.
All together now...
We FINALLY got through and hustled our asses into the lounge.
Right away I ordered 2 Virgin Redheads and 2 Rum and DC's.
DON'T JUDGE ME!!!
Finally, we were able to relax and place an order. I got the full English Breakfast, mom got a crispy bacon sandwich. This came out really, really good. So good, in fact, that moms ordered a second one.
Mom ordered a nice massage for me, which I enjoyed. We had more drinks, and then onto the plane.
We were at once presented with the requisite sparkling wine, which I had no problem drinking because that was what was in the Redhead drink.
Later, we were presented with the lunch/dinner service. I'm not sure I remember what it was exactly, but there was pasta involved.
I dozed off and on for the bagillion years it took to fly back to LAX.
We got through immigration and all that jazz with no problem.
After the car ride back to my place, I was greeted with by this: And all was right with the world.
This is the end of this adventure.
