Yes, indeed! Silas liked the idea of a boys' party at Chuck E Cheese. Let me tell you: Those people should be paying us to be there and have psychologists there to study adults in the midst of high levels of over stimulation. I quite like Chuck E Cheese. When it's a week day and there are, like, 12 people there. Otherwise, it's like being at some college rave, only the participants are under 10 years old and the hosts are all high school students that pick at their acrylic nails and yell at one another. Oh, and the dude that was running things looked like he ends up in the back every 20 minutes taking bong hits. If I worked there (and tended to like the marijuana) I would probably self medicate too... But, man oh man, it was a scene set for TV. I wish I had a video camera of the dude that was "in charge." It makes me feel much better about my aspirations of becoming the ruler of ... well, ANYTHING!
Robert and Jacob (from daycare) came. Eyan, Jaden, and Marco were there too. It was quite a great time. Silas got lots of great toys ... a monster truck, spider man and transformers figures, a Spider Man ball and bat, "kidk'nex building toys (sweeet!), a race track, cars and place mat with all the presidents of the USA. All the boys had lots of fun playing games and winning tickets for playing games. That's another thing ... you win nearly a THOUSAND, damned, tickets and all you got to show for it is a damned sucker or a pencil or some crap. While we were "purchasing" a TINY FRICKIN BALL with our million tickets, I took the liberty of handing the other ball left on the counter to my girlfriend to give to her son. I know it was there so the high school kid could show us the difference. But, honestly, he fell asleep on his watch and left that ball there ... he'd already given several other random things out
for free. You snooze you loose.
All in all, it was quite a good afternoon. But, I'm still wondering why it's called Chuck E Cheese when he only shows up for 5 minutes or so. It should be called "CHILDREN'S WONDERWORLD WHERE PARENTS NEED TO DRINK OR GO COMATOSE UNTIL THAT DAMNED RAT COMES OUT FOR FIVE MINUTES ... AND THEN YOU SHOULD LEAVE, OR PAY THE RAT A MILLION DOLLARS TO STAY OUTSIDE OF HIS HOLE FOR ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES TO APPEASE THE KIDS THAT HAVE BEEN AMPED UP FOR A YEAR." SHITE!
Lesson learned.
xoxo
Anna
p.s. Thanks everyone for so much fun. We need to shoot that rat!
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