I've just returned from the first birthday party I've ever attended for a one-year old. The magic that was Chuck E. Cheese in my youth has become an overwhelming hellscape of screaming children in tight spaces and horrifying, dead-eyed plastic automatons mumbling through a distant P.A. Imagined without the bright lights and wall-to-wall little people, Stephen King would have enough material for a trilogy. It wasn't like that when I was a kid, right?
posted on Saturday, July 22, 2006 11:41 PM