The one item of true interest was that our guest of honor who was turning 5 was tremendously scared by the mechanical Chucky Cheese that we were seated 3 feet away from. I felt bad for the poor little girl. I would've taken a baseball bat and beaten the piss out of the thing except that I didn't want to spend the night in jail and have to call Big Da Da to bail me out.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Mrs and I went to Chucky Cheese for a birthday party yesterday. Hey, the pizza isn't Lou Malnati's but I've had a helluva lot worse. We had fun playing the games and watching the volumes of kids in the place. I'm sure more than one of the mothers went home and drank whiskey right out of the bottle. Who needs a glass?
