Friday, April 13, 2007

fun back in middle america

I hang out with Sal for less than a couple hours on Wednesday night, and that was all it took for me to be committed to a festive idea for this weekend that promises to involve me spending several hundred dollars and perhaps a mild amount of dignity. Stay tuned.

Before getting together with Sal, I got together with another friend who, in place of whatever highbrow leisure pursuit, really wanted to play whack-a-mole. My replying that I didn't know where one could play whack-a-mole in Madison was met immediately with "Chuck E. Cheese." I had never been in a Chuck E. Cheese before--indeed, I was pretty ignorant about the entire "Chuck E. Cheese" concept--but sure enough, they have whack-a-mole:

whack a mole!

And, better still, skee-ball:

skeeball!

And, better still, pop-a-shot:

pop-a-shot!

And we were there late enough on a school night that there were few actual kids there. Those that were seemed only interested in the video games. Alas: no wonder you never see Americans taking home the gold medal in skee-ball anymore.

(Thursday night I drove from Madison to Evanston, where I'll be spending the day Friday and then returning to Madison on Friday night.)

7 comments:

Gabriel said...

never been to chuck e. cheese?

lucky for your parents the statute of limitations has probably kicked in for child neglect.

Gwen said...

I've only been to a Chuck E. Cheese once, and that was in college for a friend's kid's birthday party. There were kids and flashing lights everywhere and it was outrageously noisy. I hated it.

Ken Houghton said...

Now you know why some of us stopped objecting to Chuck E. Cheese for kids birthdays.

Otoh, I still believe Gabriel has it backwards; see Ten Things I Hate about You for details. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be A/V geeks....

rps said...

Your inner child clearly loves pop-a-shot.

Ang said...

A group of us tried to go into a Chuck E. Cheese one night in high school, and they refused us at the door because we weren't 21.

I got carded at Chuck E. Cheese.

Sarahliz said...

Just for the record, as far as I can recall I've never been to chuck e. cheese either. Of course it was also a BIG DEAL when the town I lived closest to growing up got a McDonalds when I was a kid. So at least my parents can avoid any accusations of neglect in that regard.

(sorry if I'm being a bit snarky but Gabriel's underlying assumption that all kids grow up within a managable distance to a chuck e. cheese is the sort of middle-class suburban bias that really irks me).

Lucy said...

The one Chuck. E. Cheese in my hometown closed before I was ever allowed to go there. I don't even know what skee-ball or pop-a-shot are. I feel very deprived.