To celebrate the three-day weekend (I guess), GF and Wee One got sick.
Either I’m next on the list or I’m not going to get it at all; time will tell. First it was Wee One. She started with the vomiting and the diarrhea, but it all seemed to be gone after about a day or so. As she was coming down off of it, GF started in. So she’s been nauseated all day.
Assuming I don’t get sick, the only important way in which this all affects me is that I had to take Wee One to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese’s, which is located not in the city proper but in a nearby suburb called Glen Burnie.
A neat little Scottish name, that. My mother thought so, anyway. She was all hot to see Glen Burnie because it sounded so cool and Scottish. I had to break her heart when I took her there. Thanks a fricken LOT, Glen Burnie.
Aaaanyway. So we go to Chuck E. Cheese’s and while the layout is different from the other ones that I’ve been in, the concept is still the same: Banquet-length tables set end-to-end and festooned with logo’d table covers and plates. Several parties are going on at the same time and, since I don’t know ANYBODY, I have to ask around until I locate the right party. The kids are off playing just now; pizza and other party accoutrements will come later. OK, good enough. I excuse myself for a little while to go pick up drugs and chicken broth for GF.
I get back and it’s nearly pizza time. The kids are all waiting and finally the girl comes out. She dishes out two slices of pizza and then just disappears. So I’m left to dish out the pizza to a bunch of kids whom I don’t even know. I’m not complaining exactly; at least it gave me something to do. But where the hell did she go?
From pizza, they move on to bringing out the birthday cake and launching the mechanical band into full action. They also pull a curtain around the mechanical Chuck E. Cheese so that the "real" one can emerge. And lemme tell ya: nearly every kid in the room knew the drill and was ready for Chuck. Wee One asked me if she could give Chuck E. a hug when he came out. Sure, I said. The music comes on and the robots start moving and Chuck E. comes out through a side doorway. Now, the person in the Chuck suit has just so much time before he/she/whatever has to go into a song-and-dance routine (the song being provided by the overhead speakers), but there’s apparently always a small crush of kids who want to give him a hug. There’s only so many that Chuck can get in, early on. Wee One tried hard to get Chuck’s attention, but no such luck; the hapless teenybopper in the rat suit had to go into the routine. Well, this didn’t sit very well with Wee One, who is a bit of an attention whore. She folded her arms and glared at Chuck E. Cheese while he did his bit. Ordinarily she’d be bopping and dancing with the best of them, but it wasn’t going to happen this time.
Well…not until the second time the chorus came around, anyway. By then, her hips were starting to sway back and forth as she stood there, still with her arms folded. By the end of the song she was dancing about with everyone else, and I guess all was forgiven by then. Except that, after the song was over, she still had to get his attention and get the hug. But at least he had time to give it to her, and even pose for a couple of pictures with some of the kids.
Incidentally, the pizza at Chuck E. Cheese is pretty dreadful, even for someone who isn’t from New York. That’s not just my pizza snobbery at work. I’ve just about despaired of finding good pizza in this town. By now, I’ve got the definition of "good" with regard to pizza as meaning "doesn’t suck."