I had heard great things about the Tokyo first class lounge - so once we landed I headed straight for it. Once there I request a shower stall and it was amazing. You're taken to your own private bathroom, complete with plush toilette and snazzy toiletry set. The shower itself is fabulous - great pressure with unlimited warm water. It's been quite a while since I've experienced anything like it.
Refreshed, I head to check out the spread - and what a spread it is! Tiny sandwiches, fresh sushi, an amazing fruit plate, a cheese plate including some delectable brie, fresh veggies including red and yellow pepper (not of the spicy variety).
I take some sushi, cheese, fruit and veggies, plus my own little bottle of sake. I explore around for a good spot to sit and I discover a nook in the back with massage chairs and private TVs. I hunker down and watch some sumo wrestling while I wrestle with the message chair. I cannot get it to stay on for more than 5 seconds. After a few minutes I accept defeat, relax, sip sake, and watch the sumo wrestlers until my next flight. It feels like the ultimate in luxury and I seriously consider "missing" my next flight to spend more time in the lounge.
Alas, reality sets in and I make my next flight to LAX and then the one from LAX to D.C. and I am home. My father does a double take when he sees me - I'm quite a bit tanner than the last time I was home!
He grabs my bag from the carousel and I chat about my trip as we drive home. Once home, he takes my bag up to my room for me and then I realize it's official. This is my home now. I am 29, unemployed, single, and living in my childhood bedroom (complete with twin bed).
Gosh I miss Thailand.
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