Virgin's the only way to fly, wherever your destination
Whether you're flying to San Francisco for the weekend or London for the winter, there's only one airline to consider. And if this sounds like an advertisement, that's fine; no one is paying me to praise this marvelous party-in-the-sky (as I once tweeted after my flight). It's too perfect. From the moment you climb aboard, the soft purple and blue LED lights in the aisles immediately transport you. It's at once romantic and hypnotic, space-age and new age, all rolled into one. You'll feel like someone is about to meet you for a cocktail, but you won't know who until you find yourself marrying them in Reno a week later. Once, on a Virgin flight from London, the steward actually sat down with this examiner and just chatted me up for several minutes. The flight was fairly sparse, and I had needs (chatty needs) and he obliged. That's the point: Virgin flight attendants are intuitive, not robotic. They won't push in-your-face drink carts if you need to d...