After hopping on the flight to Chicago I discover at the gate I have been moved forward to a Fire Exit seat. So I can slump my legs out infront. I'm joined by another lad - travelling around the States and Canada for atleast 6 months and a girl - on an organised reunion with friends she met travelling in Asia. I create the ultimate megatron like cushion consisting of a blowup head rest, pillow and blanket to catch a few hours sleep on. I'm awoken by a big yogi bear like gay air host and asked if I want some breakfast. Waffle and Jam tastes pretty good. On landing in Chicago we part company with the lad, (don't even know his name - SCUSE) and off to the connecting flight I go with the girl (don't even no her name either SCUSE) after finding the departure lounge we also depart on separate ways. Her to the gate, me to the McDonalds. Scoff an Angus Burger that literally bursts my stomach. Before boarding to San Diego 2.22pm......