2001-07-17 || 11:22 a.m.

|| monday night bowling, ow! ||

we are the cakes:

elka is poundcake

david is devil's food cake

lynn is cupcake

jeff is bundt cake

i am crabcake

chris is funnel cake

melissa is babycakes.

we will have matching shirts with cartoons of our names (elka will have a picture of a fist pounding a poundcake. i will have a crab holding a bowling ball in one pincher and a bowling pin in the other.). we will befriend the tough bruiser kids who always show up on monday nights and they will bowl beside us, synchronizing our throwing to the beat of judas priest and blink 182 songs. one day all of us will clear 100. we will steal our beloved ball named jay who was savagely stolen last night by leona the evil mom who has bowled beside us two weeks in a row. we will all own our own bowling shoes. we will have signature moves, such as devil's food's 'bat outta hell' and cupcake's 'licking the frosting' (i just made that one up). after our illustrious evenings of bowling we will wow the albany bowl with our collective mastering of the 'dance dance revolution' video game. we will have an honorary lane, preferably on the good side of the alley, where the cracking of bowling pins and bowling radio network (there is such a thing!) will sound so much sweeter. our picture will go up, framed, on the wall of fame, all of us smiling, all of us with sassy shoes, all of us giving the secret gang sign for the cakes.

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