Thanks for the explanation of the demise of the orange slush, Pucci. Alas, my girl days are over, but your comment does remind me of my one visit to first class heaven. At age 19, I arrived at the old L.A. airport with just minutes to spare [my friends were late with my ride] for a flight to the east coast. The male check-in agent asked, "Have you been a good girl?" Back in those days that was an easy question to answer. I was wisked to the gate and put on board first class [American Airlines]. My uncle was an A.A. Captain but they had no way of knowing that. He flew 707's with piano bars - which he didn't like. Sadly, I never got to fly with him but I did enjoy that first class experience!