Well RB finally called me out on one of the ideas that I like to joke about, but quite honestly never actually plan to follow through with. For the last couple of years I’ve been joking that I would like to have a birthday party at Chucky Cheese. You know the kid place with all of the arcade games, skeeball, the ball pit, and singing animatronics. In fact over the last couple of months I took it a step further and started to ask for a piñata along with the party! Why? No reason I just found the entire idea amusing. I knew a lot of people would think it was crazy and or annoying, so of course I loved to play it up. So what happened?
Well – I guess that: A) I should watch what I say and #2 I shouldn’t be so trusting! RB told me that one of the children she nannies was having a birthday and that she would like to stop by. This sounded fine to me. Did I even think that it was coincidental that this kid’s b-day and mine where so close. Nah. So we made plans to go Saturday night. Little did I know that my girlfriend had been up to no good. She had saved an eMail I had sent to everyone that had a lot of my friend’s addresses on it. So she created an eVite and started working on her little plan. She must have worked on it over a couple of weeks and no one let me know what was up.
So that Saturday night came and did a little shopping and headed over to the Chucky Cheese for this little kid’s party. When I walked in I looked over and saw GM and AL. I really still had no clue, I just thought they had ended up there with a kid AL watches and what a deal I could chat it up with my buddy. Then I heard a bunch of people, including GM and AL hollering “SURPRISE”. I panned and saw a dozen of my friends standing there, and only then did it start to dawn on me that I had been had! RB had pulled it off flawlessly.
We had a pretty good time. Though I was a bit embarrassed – and wanted nothing to do with the person dressed up as Chucky Cheese the mouse – I had a pretty good time. RB had gotten a stack of tokens to play games and everyone actually had a good time doing it. I do have to admit that I cracked the Johnny Walker that CB had brought as a present. We played a bunch of skeeball, shot some hoops, and played a bunch of other games. We even had cake and pizza. Crazy. After that we all loaded into cars and went to the bar. Oh yeah and AP and MP brought me a freaking piñata!
So the moral of the story is as follows: Watch what you tell your crazy girlfriend she might call you out on it. “Yeah Babe, I want to have my party at Chucky Cheese!” So now I tell her I want my birthday in
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