The next time to need to fly somewhere Virgin America flies, do not pass up the opportunity. A whiff of fine Corinthian leather as I entered the plane, techno playing on taxi out and in, extra legroom in coach. I felt like pure Eurotrash in my swankybeautiful A319 with the purple lighting and the touchscreen monitor.
Not to mention that my beloved Macbook looked like it was made to sit on my seatback tray. I think I’m in love.
United and American can take a flying leap with their old, worn out, planes and their tired, old school ways; I’m going for young, nubile, and sexy.