Ah yes, another week coming down the pike! It's an evil thing, Tuesday. It lurks behind Monday where nobody really pays attention to it. And every now and again WAMMO! It sucker punches you in the FACE!!!
Oh well, I will survive.
I am lucky to even be here.
Why?
Well, I survived Chuck E Cheese (and all I got was a pocketful of plastic spiders)!!!
It all started on Saturday when I took my two children to visit my Aunt and cousins. We all decided to go to Chuck E Cheese. It's not the most wonderful place on the planet for an adult, but the kids have a blast. I've always felt a little scattered there because it's constant noise and chaos, but it's usually pretty painless. It has actually been over a year since I've taken my kids. More like 2 years, so they were super excited to finally go again.
Somewhere, in the span of 2 years the place has changed into some evil horrible level of hell that has not been named!!!
We went to a location near my Aunts house. However, there was a line of happy party goers trailing from the door. We figured a different location HAD TO BE better. So we drove over.
Boy were we wrong!
It had a line too!
A line we waited in for probably half an hour or MORE. We tryed to figure out a different place to go, but nothing really had the instant appeal of Chuck's for the kids, and we weren't quite sure where to go if we did think of something.
So wait we did.
It was not very fun, what with the family behind us being loud and obnoxious and the people in front not moving fast enough *steam*... when we finally got in (and had to be led to a table!!!) it was just a relief to get away from them!
But alas, there was another line to order food. With two of the slowest people in the world pushing the buttons. You'd think it was easy to pust the buttons for pizza... but I guess not. After waiting another 30 minutes or so THERE we finally got what we wanted.
I was a moron and somehow left my ATM card in my car, so I wasn't able to get what I wanted. The dumb token machines wouldn't take bills... it was a mess.
But we finally got what we needed (with the help of my cousin chipping in for the extra tokens) and we unleashed the children into the frenzy.
The one good thing about that place is that you don't really have to follow bigger kids around. When my kids were smaller (under 5 years) I'd have to follow them around and it was a pain, but now they are both pretty big and can hold their own. So we just chilled at the table and watched the great variety of crazy that was going on around us.
A point of particular note was the "Wack A Mole" mini game that we sat near. It was definitely made for smaller people, but giant grown ass men and women kept coming up to play... and HOG THE MACHINE. One girl was on her knees playing for a good 5 or so games in a row. It was seriously wrong... like... let the kids play you crazy fools!
Jacob actually really liked that game.
The game was just way too silly. The most ridiculous part being: You could wack every mole that popped up and max out your score and still only get about 8 tickets. LAME SAUCE ON A BUN.
Regardless, my kids were having a blast and that was the entire point of the exscursion.
I don't think us grown ups really got the good side of the deal.
First, it took them WAY TOO LONG to get us our food. We only ordered a pizza and wings, not that complicated.
Second, the food was sub par at best. The pizza was cold and had obviously sat around too long after they made it. The wings were SMALL and it almost seemed like we only got half an order. We stared longingly at everyone elses food as it passed, and it just seemd hotter and like there was MORE of it.
Third, we barely had enough food and we were still super hungry after it was all gone! My cousin and I dabbled over the idea of getting a little cake.
And so... after much hunger... we did!
It wasn't so bad actually.
After that poor exscuse for lunch we let the boys spend the rest of their tokens.
I let my older son go to the ticket counting machine himself. He seemed to do fine.
When my younger son was ready, I took him over.
One of the machines was broken.
The other two had kids using them.
I waited behind a girl who proceeded to take her tickets out ONE BY ONE, on a few were connected, and look at them for a few seconds before feeding them into the machine.
I wanted to kick her. Or grab her and do it myself or something.
I'm evil.
Meanwhile, we are waiting and some little boys jump in front of my son and sorta shove him aside. I said "Oh no, honey, we were here first" and I glared at them with much evil in my eyes. They ran away.
Good for them cuz I wanted to kick them too!
We waited another 30 minutes just to get our tickets counted. After that, my kids were able to go pick from the plethora of garbage and stupid crap that they put out as prizes. It's an insult that anything "cool" costs 1000 to 2000 tickets! who gets that many tickets?
NOBODY!!!!
So yeah, my sons ended up with a handful of plastic spiders and teeny tiny notepads.
Ridiculous.
We finally left and as we walked out we saw that the line had doubled in length and didn't seem to be getting any shorter in the wait time.
Oh bless our poor souls.
I'm not sure when I'll go to Chuck E Cheeses again. It's not really on my agenda.
ever.
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