Chuck E. Cheese. Downtown Brooklyn. Summer vacation. A hot day.
77 frantic kids, their parents, their younger siblings, their strollers, their shoes, their older siblings with pants hanging completely off their butts, the constant, frantic whine of the games attempting to lure the kids in to spend their tokens, the monitors showing revamped videos of old ’80s songs replaced with Chuck E. Cheese-related content. The horrible, sugar-infused pizza, the too much information outfits on many of the moms. Gah. Gah, gah, gah.
I have just found the eighth circle of Hell.
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The ninth circle of Hell is all those people at your house! Have a glass of wine and count yourself luck to have survived.
Oh that is bad. So sorry. Be happy you didn’t drown in the ball pit. Did you play any skee ball? I love skee ball?
We were just there for the kid’s birthday, where I nearly swatted the manager for his caffeinated corporate enthusiasm. I recommend Advil at the time of entry, alcohol upon return. They should have Parental Daycare there, featuring the Mommy Cone of Silence, with full bar.
The part I dislike about this post: you mean she’s not going to outgrown this in the next…6 months?! Crap.
There’s something very disturbing in the fact that it was the creator of PONG who created Chuck E Cheese as a “family entertainment” experience. I suppose repeatedly slamming your head on a wall could be called entertaining as well. Depends upon how you define the terms, I suppose.
Ugh. Just–ugh.
*shudder*
Hey girl, the Dante reference made me laugh out loud! Thanks, its been a while…I think I still have some old tokens too.
Perhaps it is too obvious to point out that most pizza is round and so are the rings of hell. And Dante, and pizza are both Italian.