DISCLAIMER: This is mirrored from the illustrious website of Owen Mehegan.

I can't even begin to understand why anyone who doesn't know me would be looking at my personal web site, but I'm going to preface this story a bit anyway, just so you all know exactly what's going on. I've known my friends Andrew and Jason since the three of us were in kindergarten. Though we all went to different high schools, we remained close, and college wasn't much of an obstacle for us either. Andrew goes to school just across the river from me, at MIT. Jason, however, decided to take up residence at the University of Chicago, biting his thumb at Beantown.

6/12/99:

Andrew:     We packed Jason last night, ate at "Brandy's" where Andrew was named "Gabby" by Jason, which the waitress picked up on. We got up this morning, went back to U of C to get some stuff that Jason forgot. There we saw a protest, which Mr. Jones said was puny. We then went to Michicgan Ave., ate at Gino's(where we signed quite a lot of the restaurant). We walked around for a while looking for an FM transmitter because the CD player cassette converter doesn't work in the rental. We are now sitting in the van, trying to get out of Chicago, and we hope that we make it past Detroit before we stop for the night.

Owen:     Our flights down were largely uneventful, although we were delayed heavily between Washington and Chicago. Our flight didn't leave DC on time in the first place, and we spent roughly 40 minutes sitting on the ground upon arrival at Midway airport in Chicago. Weather in Chicago seemed to be the deciding factor in the delays, though so far heat and humidity have been our only complaints. Our motel accommodations last night were comfortable, though sleeping on the floor is not advisable for any great length of time. Andrew and Owen went on a quest for extra blankets, but were only able to procure extra comforters (a misnomer, in this case, to say the least). Overall, morale is high. Wagons... east!

Andrew:     We are all now aware that Comiskinski Park is where the White Sox play. Andrew was not informed of this, so Jason filled him in. Owen says that he "forgot to bring up buying a foam cooler" this morning when Mr. Jones mentioned stuff about it. Scarily, there is 25% more battery life left of this Puppy.
   
Andrew:     The car was just binging at us, and the Jones' could not figure out what was going on. Jason said that the blinker was on, ands Mr. Jones said that it wasn't. It was, and the van was alerting us to the fact that the blinker had been on for a long time. Jason now says that he is going to "Gameworks," or laserquest, in Detroit. However, we are at Exit 30, and we need to get to exit 160 to be in Detroit.
   
Andrew:     We just bought some fireworks, God help us all.

Andrew:     Jason did not get how this log is working. We have decided that the log is going to be read-only. You can add to it, but no deleting what other people have written. When Jason says that we bought some fireworks, what he has left out is that we went to the country's "Largest Fireworks Warehouse." It was wall to wall explosives. We saw a whole bunch of people who came out of the warehouse with a whopping cart full, totally full, and would load their cars. (Owen just told Mr. Jones to push the speed to 85, and he wants us to let him drive. I think that we all are of the consensus that Owen will not be driving. In fact if I had my way, Mr. Jones would not be driving either. I dread the time when Jason takes the helm....) After they made me buy the fireworks, which I had to show my license and sign some form saying that I would not bring them into Illinois. We saw a neat sign on the way out informing us how to get back into Illinois without getting pulled over by the police.

Andrew:     A little addendum from Saturday. We stopped to play lasertag in the middle of suburban Detroit last night. We had a bit of fun. There were no friendly causalities, or at least not all that many. We were playing a free-for-all game, but that was a crock, and we all joined up together the second we were let into the maze. The local kids who obviously play the game far too often had this bizarre dance that they did to escape being shot. The best that I can describe it is as the "Funky Chicken." Owen was upset that some kid said to Owen "If you keep coming up here, I'm just going to keep shooting you." Owen, needless to say, stopped going up. While we were waiting to enter our names into the computer, the guy said "get in line." Mr. Jones, using his adult size, physically told some local youths to "get in line," and pushed them out of line. Later, Owen and Andrew mutinied, took control, and then drove all the way to Niagara falls. On our way, several 18 wheelers passed us on the right going about 85-90 mph(120-130 kph).

Jason:     Jason had a religious experience tonight. While procuring himself a tasty cold beverage at a seven eleven, or as the Canucks would like us to say Sept e onze... he noticed what appeared to be a gaggle of orthodox Jews purchasing key chains and hot-dogs from the hot-dog rotisserie thingy. They even had those silly hair thingys. He procured said beverage in his lack of sleep and hallucinatory state and returned to the car for further bickering amongst the "rat-boy" and "Gabby" who proceeded to argue about the proper points of fm 2 m transmitter. Jason rolls eyes... again.