If the last luxury available to you is flying private, congrats!
You made it. (In a monetary sense.)
I mean, if you know that a bigger house, a better car, more clothes – or whatever else you might like – is not going to move the satisfaction needle for you, better travel is about all that remains.
Be careful if you can’t afford it though. Champagne taste. It’s probably hard to go back. This is just like flying first-class becoming your new normal.
Of course, Hollywood would fly first class (or private) all the time.
Oil tycoons probably do too though.
I, for one, have none of these issues.
Another thing that always works smoothly in Hollywood is travel arrangements. From Houston I flew first-class to LAX, the first of more than one hundred visits to that famous portal. I found that I liked traveling first-class so much that I continued to fly it even when I was flying on my nickel. Later I learned that Igor Stravinsky had the same habit, as did his friend Sergey Diaghilev. Many years later, while briefly a producer myself, I discovered that travel by private jet trumps first-class by a considerable margin. Private plane travel will likely always be the luxury I enjoy most.