So. First time in modern First Class. Sleeper chair with endless Oscar-winning movies. Hot meals. Champagne. AND. CHOCOLATE SUNDAE. They even provided a blanket and pillow so I could get jiggy with an ice cream sundae. I don't even like ice cream. WHY? OH WHY? Bloating? You bet! Indigestion? Oh, that's coming...but get this. Could not finish a Diet Coke. I'm cured of those at least. But now a member of the Hawaiian Mile High Bloat Club.
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