2001-06-26 || 12:46 p.m.

|| oh we're bowlin and it has nothing at all to do with captain eo. ||

oh. i just realized, and uh please bear with me on this one, that i have forgotten the words to captain eo. this. is terrible. like i have lost a part of my heritage. a hearty branch of my family tree has been eaten away by a bacterial fungus.

i am so sad.

i used to know the whole goddamn thing.

and we would recite it: my disneyland crew, sometimes standing in the back of the tomorrowland theater, ready to recite the lines *and* follow along with the dance moves. john with his patented captain eo knee-splitting kick and accompanying michael jackson-like 'hee hee', my sister with her command of the varying nuances of idie and odie, me and my obsession with the supreme leader's fingernails. ack.

but. i only bring up sweet captain eo because i was thinking of bowling last night. i went bowling last night. with what i wanted to call 'a rag tag band,' a term from the aforementioned captain eo, headed by captain eo herself, the lovely illustrious elka. and everything she says is true. and it was lovely. and i did very badly but was complimented many times on my bowling style (foot in air, back arched, arm thrown over shoulder, held for a few seconds in the hopes such a position will somehow help the ball hit those damn pins). hooray for monday night traditions. and for the record, elka, i like the team name 'the titty twisters,' as sqeamish as david may get when we mention it. xo

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