Suck E. Cheese

Disclaimer: the following blog is solely the opinion of the author and does not reflect any judgement upon any of you, my friends and loved ones. if any of you shall be offended by such satirical pettiness, don't be.

so seriously? scarlett just had her 4th bday last week and we decided (after all feeling better) to go to chuck e. cheese. i know, i know. lecture, lecture, lecture, white trash, lecture. BUT we thought, "hmmm, well it's in a super ritzy area so let's check it out. maybe it's just the white trash thing to do in utah". upon arrival, the joint is packed. clearly a hoppin' place-the line is out the door. so we wait for a few minutes, line slowly moving, girls anxious, blah blah blah. we get in after our hands get the stamp of approval (thanks for the safety check, fellas) and find our table. Lee orders the following:

1 large pizza, veggie
3 large sodas
1 small pizza, cheese
1 small order of buffalo wings (huh?)
1 salad bar, for yours truly ($6.95)
25 tokens for their lame-ass prizes

the grand total? $55.13! whaaaa? I couldn't believe it. and i am not one to get all hotsy-totsy about prices. with prices like that, chuck should be serving, hand-feeding me rather, champagne and caviar in a bubble-bath martini glass. anyway, we get our pizzas & crap and, of course, it's cold-ish. the salad bar is retarded (i have to give 'em props for using "spring mix" salad instead of strictly iceberg-that's for rabbits, people), and the "wings" are weird and buffalo-y and the "ranch" is not ranch at all but some mixture of crap and crap. but hey, the sodas were great & we even got free refills, yo! and the ghastly prizes? 10 tickets for some random plastic black ant that is the size of a thumb tack? what is one to do with that? needless to say, i've decided that no matter who you are, where you live, Chuck E. Cheese is still the same old let-down. but hey, the kids sort of had a good time. scarlett was still kind of sick and london is catching on that 22 tickets after all that hard work is not any sort of good deal and that redeeming them for a plastic heart ring and small tootsie pop is no big deal; she could find that on the ground somewhere. and if it would save us $55, i might even let her eat it. unopened, of course. we finally got out of there, after all loss of patience (and money) and returned home. Here are some pictures of the "regrettably unforgettable" journey:

clear disdain for chuck e. cheese. just kidding. she was on a roller coaster simulator. terrified. and i'm just the kind of mother to continue taking pictures instead of console.




happier times. :)



it wasn't all that bad and the girls had a pretty good time and that's all that matters. we do it for them, right? right. let's just keep telling ourselves that...