The E Stands For EXIT
Posted By Kristabella on April 13, 2008
This weekend was the big celebration of my nephew’s sixth birthday. Which means it was a typical kid’s party and was held at none other than Chuck E. Cheese.
I was actually looking forward to it earlier in the week. I figured I could brush up on my Skee-Ball skills and hope to fulfill my lifelong dream of joining the National Skee-Ball League and touring all over the country at carnivals, amusement parks and Chuck E. Cheeses everywhere. In addition, for my efforts, I figured I could get enough tickets for a kazoo or a nice bouncy ball.
What I forgot is that I hate Chuck E. Cheese. It is loud and flashy and I don’t really enjoy being in the same room with 1700 kids hopped on sugar and GAMES! Plus, it was like an hour and a half from my house and the party started at 10 AM. So by the time I arrived at Chuck’s place, my enthusiasm was GONE. I think it landed in one of the potholes on the expressway.
My mom, who was being the good grandma, was not excited ever. And laughed and taunted my unbridled enthusiasm. Because she KNEW, one foot in the door, I was going to be hating life and wishing I would have come down with the Death Flu. She was right.
Here is what I learned from my outing at Chuck E. Cheese that went on an hour PAST what the invite said and three hours TOO LONG ALTOGETHER:
- Nothing will make you want kids less than an outing at Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday.
- My uterus actually grew legs and escaped the confinement of my pants and ran screaming for the door because it was all “you want me to grow and house one of those? Oh hell to the no!”
- 12 and 13 year olds think I’m awesome. I’m like the cool, young Auntie that lives a fabulous life in the city! Little do they know my fabulous life involves drinking wine out of a box and sometimes showering.
- But still! They think I’m cool!
- I really have been hanging out with the wrong people.
- Part of the reason that I was Krabby Kristabella on Saturday was because I SUCK at Skee-Ball and because when I get my ass up before 10 on the weekends to drive 60 miles ONE WAY, I expect to spend some quality time with my brother, sister-in-law and my niece and nephew. I don’t really care to spend my Saturday with my sister-in-law’s parents, the neighbors and a lot of LOUD CHILDREN.
- ESPECIALLY when I’m not drinking and/or drunk.
- I also think I might be getting a little used to my little internet world and spending all this time on the computer because all I kept thinking while I was stabbing a fork in my eye because I was at Chuck’s place too long was that I’d rather be catching up on blogs.
- And I’m not sure I actually feel like there is anything wrong with that.
- Although there is cake at Chuck E. Cheese.
But it was worth it to see one of my favorite people in the world. Who didn’t tell me to “GO AWAY!” this time when I wanted to play with her. And by play, I mean tease and chase and tickle.
Hey Auntie! Do you like see-food? Bwahahahaha!
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Skeeball is one of the best inventions ever, uh, invented. LOVE it. I was just telling my sister & bro-in-law a couple of weeks ago that they need to install one in their basement next to the air-hockey table. Then they need to get an old school arcade game. Then I’ll have to move in.
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I, too, have long desired to join an international skee ball league. Let me know if you find one.
I also felt pretty lame on my exotic and luxurious vacation when I kind of wished I could check the internet once in a while. It’s okay. We’re all in this together.
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I’m still recuperating from Chuck’s. It’s not that it’s a bad idea for a party, it’s just too overwhelming…over stimulating….something…. that makes you tired as all hell.
Sucky Cheese does serve beer. That always helps me get through the nonsense.
I have an unholy hatred for Chuck.
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Totally down with the skee ball.
We had a sprog party at D&B, it was trial by fire for Wills as he had to take a car load of kids by himself. I made up for it by ditching the kids at D&B as soon as we got there and playing skee ball by ourselves.
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I have a friend who loves going to Chuck E Cheese with her nephew. Every time she tells me this, I start probing her head for signs of an alien implant in her brain.
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Okay, we walked by Chuck’s place the other day and my friend commented, I’ve always wanted to go there, since I never did as a kid. And I laughed and said, go on in, I think 10 minutes in there will be enough to convince you that you were not missing anything!
I love skeeball. I’m so sorry you suck at it. I don’t really have an opinion on Charles E Fromage because I don’t know when the last time I visited one was. But, you know, I probably would try to decapitate an animatronic mouse. I definitely wouldn’t put that past me.
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Man…I can not remember the last time I was at Chucky E Cheese. I think I was 8 or 9.
Now I feel old!
=)
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I used to trick my dad into taking me to “Pistol Pete’s Pizza” (same thing as Chuck’s) as a kid, because he’d get that place and the other place we’d go for pizza mixed up (which I think was Petey’s Pizzaria). I loved it.
I look back now and think how wonderfully tolerant that man is of my antics.
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I didn’t even like it there when I was a kid. I can’t even imagine the horror of going there now.
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Now you are speaking my speak. That place makes me puke. Our friends know by now that we should never be invited to any party at that house of horror!
Last time I was at Chuck E. Cheese? I hit the 1,000 at Skee Ball. TWICE.
And, in Oregon, they serve beer at Chuck E. Cheese. But, there is a two beer limit. Which is not nearly enough.
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Ah yes…Chuck E. Cheese. Yet another thing to add to my list of reasons to not have children.
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We hung out with a five-year old on Saturday and my uterus had the same reaction. Hell to the no!
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When my kids were little, I would willingly take them to Chuck E’s because I enjoyed their pizza. But every time we went (at their insistence) my son, then 3ish, would scream if Chuck E even glanced in his general direction. Luckily, Chuck E was used to this kind of behavior and wanted even less to do with Tyler and Tyler wanted to do with him.
My daughter has never forgiven him for her inability to ever shake hands with Chuck E.
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I hate Chuck E Cheese. Just reading about YOU going there is birth control enough.
Ugh…Chuck E. Cheese is the root of all evil!
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The other day I was standing in line at a checkout and I commented to the little girl next to me how pretty she looked all in pink. She said, “I went to Chuck E. Cheese but I didn’t have a very good time.” Her mother looked at me and proceeded to tell me about the SHOOTING that had happened at the Chuck E. party she had attended that previous day. Wondering….was that you?