Chucky Cheese
27 Jul
So a while back, the family and I got invited to a child’s birthday party at the infamous Chuck E. Cheese. And by infamous, I’m referring to all of Perez Hilton’s posts about the violence and mayhem that occurs at da Cheese regularly around the nation.
Obviously, we were totally looking forward to it.
But really, we were. If only for blog fodder.
And fodder, did I find.
First of all, upon arrival, I couldn’t help but notice this…woman? Girl? Honestly, I’m not sure how old she was. Basically because I was captivated by something other than her face.
See, this approximately 85 foot tall Amazon beauty was chillin’ at the Cheese with what I would assume was her daughter. I assume it was her daughter because she was obviously borrowing her daughter’s clothes.
The issue, besides the obvious questionable fashion offense was that, you know, she was surrounded by kids.
Because she was at Chuck E. Cheese.
And kids are, how do you say, short.
Please enjoy the not-at-all-subtle photo I took of this woman’s outfit from across the game floor.
I swear to Baby Jesus in a manger that when I first saw her, her butt cheeks were ACTUALLY poking out from underneath her skirt. God only knows what the 3 foot children running around were seeing. I just had my fingers crossed that the chick wasn’t going commando that day.
I mean, really. Who wears something like that? And around children?! SHORT children?!?
But that wasn’t all.
I couldn’t get a good photo of it because of all the people and my shitty camera phone, but in the birthday party section, among the other trillion personalized balloons, was this:
In case you can’t read it (which, sorry, blame Blackberry and their shitty phones), it reads: Aryan.
Yep, you read that correctly.
Aryan.
As in Nation?
What, was Klu Klux Anderson not available?
I was assured that Aryan is actually a real name in some cultures, but fer reals? Them folks need to crack open a history book, right?
Needless to say, we came away from our first visit (with Bee) to Chuck E. Cheese with many stories, a lot of blog fodder and probably a case of hepatitis.
Song title: Chucky Cheese by Rodney Carrington
Ha! That picture does NOT do justice to that skirt. Holy Jesus it was fab! Thanks, C and R for the entertainment. Can’t wait for next year’s party! I’ve already picked out my skirt.
Apparently you didn’t go on Projectile Vomiting Day. I always try to go then.
Thanks for coming! That was our third year in a row doing the b-day party at the Chuck. I think our oldest thinks all birthdays are done there…it is the only place he ever requests.
I’m not going to argue, I love that street basketball game with the moving hoop.
Yeah… I used to work there. You don’t even want to know how they handle a report of pee/poop in the ball pit. YIKES. I will never take my kid there.
@Shantelle – Noted, double noted, and triple noted. NAS-TEEE.