I am fully aware this post is ridiculous but I’m really taking one for the team up here in business.

I’m the last seat in business. Greg is in the row directly behind me. First of all I have no window. Doesn’t everyone want access to a window?

Second, I’m the last person served in this class. My warm towel wasn’t warm. The warm nuts actually weren’t warm. That right there is just tragic.

I was almost convinced they had completely forgotten to give me my meal but no, it was just so freaking slow. Greg was done eating and the lights were off and I had yet to be served. People, I need to eat so I can sleep so I can survive Munich

I literally keep awkwardly staring through the small slit above my screen to try and make sure they see me back here in case they did actually forget about me.

I’m not exactly sure what this sliced watermelon radish salad is. Seems watermelon radish is a radish and not watermelon and radish. I need to get out more but honestly radishes aren’t my thing and the lemon ricotta isn’t worth the calories. Totally tasteless.

I forgot to take a pic of my entree but I have no clue what it was. I’d ordered chicken and they asked me for a back-up so I picked the pork. What I ate doesn’t fit the description of any entrees so it must be the mystery meat that is on the secret menu. Maybe I should feel special. I’m exclusive up here.

I do feel like I made the best choice for dessert. I mean who gets a cheese plate for dessert? Not this girl. Those are called apps, not dessert.

The apple tart looked tiny and cold so I went vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. I was not disappointed.

After dinner it was time to get some sleep. Despite taking melatonin and children’s Benadryl and using my super sexy provided eye patch in my amenity kit I basically slept none. Maybe an hour if I’m being really optimistic.

The lights came back on with about 90 mins left in flight. Decided to use the restroom before the seatbelt sign comes back on and Greg is back there living his best life with breakfast.

Thankfully as I was typing this they came for my breakfast order which consisted of “quiche and all the coffee currently available.” My only hope for surviving Munich at this point is straight caffeine. Can I get an IV?

We have officially arrived 40 minutes early. I should be so happy but yet I feel cheated out of 40 potential minutes of sleep.

We will grab Carey and Linda’s checked bag and some cash for our tour guide tomorrow and hopefully a tall cup of caffeine and head to the Hilton or somewhere close to drop our bags.

Then it’s off to make the most of our day here.