chad's cousin was turning 11 last week and her mom took her to disneyland to celebrate.
chad's cousin loves chad. loves him. calls him every day. draws him pictures. takes pictures of cactus for him.
she likes me. i saw high school musical with some of my 20-something yuppie friends as sort of a joke when it came to town. she loves it, i've seen it. she sings, i sing. she has a HSM karaoke game on her Wii. it's a recipe for besties.
we brought disguises. i had a long red wig. chad, a moustache and white denim mom shorts.

chad also wore crew socks and new balances. chad wore generic flame-emblazoned chopper sunglasses.
chad spoke like a texan.
chad and i got in the same teacup as chad's cousin and her mom. we were the only 4 people on the ride.
chad said he was from seattle.
chad said he was lousy at turning teacups.
chad's aunt asked me to film it all.
chad asked me to scratch an itch on his face right on his moustache. i ripped his moustache off.
chad's cousin sat in shocked silence for a whole minute. then she yelled, "CHADDIE!"
we brought a panflute that Stephen got chad from peru the week before and learned how to play that first part of peter pan's call.

we rode segways in tomorrowland. i told the segway herder about the guy at my work who rides one with a yellow, full face helmet.
i played with chad's cousin's hair during long waits for rides.

we threw stuff away.

we ate churros with abandon.
we saved the planet from evil emperor zurg.

chad and i love being sort of a big deal sometimes.