It also means that with said flight miles... all we had to pay for our flight was the fuel charge. And the difference between the fuel charge for coach and the fuel charge for first class was crazy tiny... so we opted to fly like the decadent citizens to which we aspire.
You guys... it was awesome. There were lounges. And seats that fully reclined into beds. And pajamas. And ice cream. And we were so giddy about our once-in-a-lifetime chance that we annoyed nearly every business men out of the 10 foot radius around us in the first lounge.
There were butterfly shaped crackers. And cheese. And soda. And multiple courses for dinner. And sugary nuts.
And after we arrived... we made use of the "arrivals lounge"- which included personal cabanas with showers for us to use before we embarked on the first leg of our adventure. Keep in mind that my awkward self-portrait in the mirror seemed a LOT funnier when I was high on jet lag.