Part 1

So here I am sitting in a practically empty departure lounge, I'm always fashionably early for international travel, I always have a minor fear that I'll miss the plane, but no, I'm here as early as can be.

A minor scare early at the check-in desk when my bag was 100 grams overweight and they wanted to charge me about £10.00 for that. Read 10p per gram. I said screw you (except I didn't really), metaphorically and transferred 100 grams to my laptop bag. . Long lines, the usual airport fare. I'm on the lookout for Ninjaii of The New World Assembly who I know is on the same flight as me.

So yeah, an eleven hour flight awaits me, I've been told I can't use my dell laptop onboard in case it explodes, so my in flight bitching about the people next to me will have to be done after the flight.

I'm offering the following odds:

2/1 Next to a baby
3/1 Next to someone who does not care for showers
4/1 Next to a normal person
20/1 Next to a incredibly hot Woman.
1,000,000/1 I join the mile high club
I'm aware but you can't bet as I don't have anyway to update this, the wireless doesn't stretch this far out, but I'm going to put a quid on the Mile High Club, payable to and paid out by myself.

I'm incredibly psyched ahead of this trip, looking forward to meeting all the guys from CGS again and apparantly I have some kickass hotel room, I've offered a place to sleep to John "Chilli" Day from Ebuyer who may be flying over. He keeps on telling me how he's looking forward to sleeping in the same bed and how he sometimes get's long haired men confused with girls, should I be worried?

I've already been told off for taking photos in the airport, so any budding terrorists will have to wait until I land in LA to get any serious photos, I hope you are looking forward to this coverage as much as I am, which I doubt you are, because let's face it, I'm in LA and you're at home reading about it.

Part 1, Goodeh, signing out. See you in around 14 hours!

Part 2

Oh god. The flight.

11 hours, I can handle it, but no, flight gets delayed for takeoff, I ended up spending 15 hours solid on the aircraft. You think after the first two B-List movies you'd be there, but no, 11 hours remaining. I watched "Run Fat Boy Run" (Insert cotch joke here), and half of 300, which really does suck for the third time.

Unfortunately I lost my bet, I was set next to a 37 year old businessman, who was very friendly and chatty, when he asked me what I do I said I work in Online Gaming, I believe he MAY have taken it the wrong way and thought I meant gambling, he then spent the next 30 minutes asking me for tips to beat the casinos as he was headed to vegas, I didn't have the heart to explain what online gaming really is, so I'm guessing he's going to lose a big wad of cash on my poor advice.

The comedian joke about airline food is getting old, I actually really enjoyed my dinner/breakfast (depending on which timezone you look at it) some crazy beef stew which was awesome, unfortunately you had a choice of wines and alchohol with your meal, and my businessman friend who was next to me in the window seat consumed a bit too much, then spent then next 3 hours going to the toilet 13 times, with me being obliged to climb out as I was in the aisle seat.

Customs, the dreaded long queues, for some, not me though, I have dual citizenship, American and British, so I can choose which queue is shorter, in this case the American one by about 40 minutes, I got to watch a helpless Ninjaii and Mrs. have fun in the queue while I sat contented with my bags already retrieved.

There has to be one point in a foreign country where one gets utterly and hopelessly lost, I hope this was the point of this trip. Me Ninjaii and his Mrs were reading from the CGS sheet we were both given

"Go to the Hotel Courtesy Desk outside of Baggage Claim, then talk to the hotel concierge and he will ring the hotel and then wait under the red sign."

The problem? No Desk, No Concierge, but a red sign does exist, having waited for 50 minutes faithully at the stop. I had a brainwave. "Let's ring the hotel", cue 20 minutes of trying to figure out how the hell to work an American Payphone card, which cost me $10 (YEAH I'M NOT MADE OF MONEY) this eventually got solved by the only woman in the party (Insert joke here). So, the hotel gave the estimate of 5 minutes for the bus to arrive, try 35. We were greeted on the bus by a group of black flight attendants who frequently dropped the N-Bomb, Ninjaii as a member of the Enemydown admin team immediately handed out gags and bans. I jest, it's African American Culture!

Having reached the hotel, the flight attendants tipped the bus driver, I felt bad, but honeslty I'm not tipping a free bus service which takes almost 2 hours to use. Get to the hotel Lobby, do I have a credit card? No. Do I wish to make a cash deposite? No. "Well sir it's compulsory", WHY ASK THEN. I ended up splashing $150 on it, which I have a receipt for, which I will now proceed to lose.

Got caught by CGS Content Manager Brian Johnson wearing a gigantic cowboy hat (He is Texan) as well as the other CGS writers, I've been awake for 30 hours solid at this point, so I can't really remember much of the meeting, although I did hear some very exciting news, which should be revealed soon. Off to my room, goddamn it's nice, the bed is humongous (See pics), anyway, I'm absolutely shattered and have to be up at 9:30 AM tommorrow for a press meeting, from LA, I bid you adieu.