{"id":9346,"date":"2016-01-16T20:54:56","date_gmt":"2016-01-17T04:54:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/?p=9346"},"modified":"2016-01-16T17:33:50","modified_gmt":"2016-01-17T01:33:50","slug":"my-seat-had-a-bed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2016\/01\/16\/my-seat-had-a-bed\/","title":{"rendered":"My seat had a bed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The much-needed vacation and scuba extravaganza of 2016 is officially underway.  I was surprised when I printed my itinerary to discover that many moons ago when I arranged the trip I&#8217;d cashed in award miles for a business-class ticket, and even more surprised when I got on the flight from LAX to JFK that it was one of those super-fancy planes where the seat folds down flat.  We live in a glorious time when you can be in a bed 37,000 feet in the sky, and even moreso when you can enjoy that bed after eating shrimp sliders and vanilla ice cream.<\/p>\n<p>Aside from the seat-bed, most of today&#8217;s travel details aren&#8217;t worth writing about, although after arriving I did have a flashback to the <a href=\"\/journal\/2014\/07\/25\/lost-in-translation\/\">Turkish side trip of doom<\/a>.  Twenty minutes into the shuttle ride in St. Thomas I realized that the driver was driving across the entire island and dropping everyone off at the ferry terminal, and that I might have gotten onto the wrong van.  After the rest of the passengers had grabbed their luggage and departed I sheepishly repeated the name of my hotel, and asked if he thought I was stupid.  Luckily no mistakes had been made, he only thought I was a little bit stupid, and five minutes later I was drinking rum punch in the lobby of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pointpleasantresort.com\/\">Point Pleasant Resort<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>  The day&#8217;s only other adventures consisted of a trip to the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cokidive.com\/\">local scuba shop<\/a> to book a dive for tomorrow, followed by a long nap meant to overcome the effects of getting only four hours of sleep last night.  The resort&#8217;s lone restaurant is <i>right<\/i> on the water, so I imbibed another rum drink while watching fish swimming past underwater lights.  I purposely picked the table farthest from the solo saxophone player who was playing smooth jazz hits in a corner of the restaurant, not realizing that he made frequent field trips to jam out in front of each table; being a lone diner at a fancy resort is uncomfortable enough, but now I have memories of a saxophone player standing two feet away while playing in a manner that can best be described as &#8220;suggestive yet awkward&#8221;; one can only hope future therapy will not be required to deal with any painful flashbacks.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"The Seat Bed\" class=\"img-main\" src=\"\/photos\/images\/iphone\/lax_business_class_self_portrait_2681.jpg\" width=\"700\" height=\"525\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"caption\">The seat bed.  We live in the future.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The much-needed vacation and scuba extravaganza of 2016 is officially underway. I was surprised when I printed my itinerary to discover that many moons ago when I arranged the trip I&#8217;d cashed in award miles for a business-class ticket, and even more surprised when I got on the flight from LAX to JFK that it &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2016\/01\/16\/my-seat-had-a-bed\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;My seat had a bed&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[46],"class_list":["post-9346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal","tag-caribbean"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9346"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9367,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9346\/revisions\/9367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}