I want to climb in the tubes, but I don't think they'll let me.
Chuckie Cheese is smaller than I remember it. It's not as bright and everyone is short. My sister and I took my cousins so that they could run around and hopefully overdose on the bright and flashy. Maybe get the common cold if they're lucky. That would slow them down. So Mary wandered off with the three year old as I sat at the table with our coats and purses to wait for the pizza to come. I watch my cousins when they were in sight, but they mostly weren't. So I'd watch the people around me. The parents sipping soda out of plastic cups and eating poorly melted cheese pizza looked drained and colorless. The younger parents would sigh when I looked at them. Apprently it's the place to be on a Friday night. Good God.