Thanks to my generous boyfriend and his air-mile upgrades, I've been spoiled by the good life at 35,000 feet and find the comedown to economy tough when traveling on my own dime. I want to be in the fast-track lane; I want to sleep on a flatbed seat; I want the champagne to flow freely until we land! But what I want and what I can afford are two different things. Sound familiar? Well, I couldn't let this state of affairs continue forever, so I worked out how to give the cheap seats a little more class.