Yes, I'm channelling my favorite vampire, SCTV's Count Floyd. And he would present the recent activities I have witnessed as a horror movie. I managed to survive fourteen birthdays of my offspring without being subjected to Chuck E. Cheese, but alas, that happy trend has not continued.
Also, it is clear that my capitalistic instincts just don't work. The whole Chuck E. Cheese business plan is a mystery to me. So-so pizza, endless soda, noisy games, and herds of young children running around to lots of noise? What parent in her right mind would go for this.
DG, of course, had a great time, and I will never go back to that noisy, seizure inducing (or, to be more accurate, ocular migraine inducing) site. Never.
The upside of this is that surgery later this week will seem stress free and I won't have to look at or listen to that evil rodent.
The moral: do not have a child's party at Chuck E. Cheese unless you are deaf and blind, and if you do have such a party, for the love of gerbils, hamsters, and other small rodents, don't have the party on Halloween. That is all.
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I shudder in horror every time I drive past a Chuck E. Cheese! Just imagining the odor in there is enough to turn my stomach. I'm afraid I lack the courage to enter such a den of iniquity . . .
P.S. Lots of us will be thinking good thoughts about you during your surgery, so lie back and enjoy the "happy juice."
You know, that description of Chuck E Cheese just makes me want to have been there all the more!
Am thinkng of you bout the surgery etc this week. I'd send the animals over to help you recuperate but then again....
Ms. Peg: You and me, both. It's a scene out of the scariest horror movie ever. Noise, flashing lights, sugar-hyper kids -- what's not to hate?
CookieDear: You would just love it (you and DG, soulmates forever, what can I say).
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