I’m going to state the obvious and tell you that Chuck E Cheese totally rocks! Loud music, flashing lights and kids running everywhere; it’s equivalent to child clubbing. When we pulled into the parking lot, I squealed and shouted, “AWESOME.” People, you know it was time to get my party on! I was ready to make my presence known.
My daddy parked the car, and the big kids piled out. Mommy went to get me out of the car to discover sopping wet pants. If you read my last blog, you would know about the cheap diapers Mommy had bought in an attempt to make diaper wearing less comfortable for me. She was promptly defeated in her scheme. She had gone to the store to restock the house with the “good” diapers; but, she had not thrown out the bad diapers. Big mistake! Even bigger mistake? Daddy was not up to speed on the whole diaper scheme.
When my mommy coaches my brother’s basketball team, my daddy is in charge of me and my sister during that time. When I woke from my nap, I was wearing a beautiful summer fairy gown. It's gauzy skirt, sleeves, and rushed bodice were stunning. I had put this gown on over my day clothes (boring black yoga pants and a pink and silver foiled pony shirt.) My dad made me take my beautiful dress off in the car before we went into my brother's game. He also put a fresh diaper on me. When he did, he unknowingly reached for the cheap ones. (Oh, it still makes me giggle now.)
So, back to Saturday night. You know I completely let that cheap-py diaper have it! I was so wet, there was no way I could wear my pants again. You should have seen my mommy's face. Sweet justice! That's all I'm saying. She desperately looked around the car for optional clothing. She cannot let me go into Chuck E Cheese wearing just a shirt and a diaper in winter. If she took me to the store to buy a new pair of pants, we would be missing my brother’s birthday party. But as luck would have it, she quickly finds my dress-up gown, a good diaper, and gets me all back together. And here's the thing; I look even better now.
Picture me: flashing princess sneakers; white, fold-down socks; pink, floral, gauzy gown draped over my hot pink, silver-foiled shirt. Stunning! I remembered the words of Coco Chanel about not over accessorizing. So I ripped the bow out of my hair and allowed my hair to gracefully cover my face. Now I am ready. Even my mommy knows I'm going to turn heads.
We walk up to the doors of Chuck E Cheese. Security (an adolescence male whose intimidating physique can only be described as toothpick fierce) meets us at the front door. He stamps our hands and immediately ushers us into the club (Not that I was worried; they always let the pretty girls in.) We are met by a hostess and escorted to the VIP section of the club where our party is waiting.
I take my tokens and play my games until the DJ announces to the house that our party's pizza is waiting. I have everything announced under my brother's name, so as to keep a low profile. I eat some pizza at our table down by the stage; then, Chuck E, himself, comes out. We all rush him and the stage and just start rockin' it out! I'm stomping and clapping. I'm like:
Oh Chuck E man.
This is my jam.
Keep me partyin' late in the PM.
Ya'll don't understand.
Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer.
(Word play off of the In the Ayer by Flo Rida and Will.I.Am.)
Next, is cake. Chuck comes over to sing and blow out the candles with my crew; then he leaves. But trust me, the party is just getting started. Dad announces that he is going to take the big kids back to the game area. Mommy says she's going to stay in the party room and watch me. I'm currently back to the stage area, dancing like crazy in front of the camera that projects my image onto a big TV screen for all my fans to see. Mommy and daddy are sitting; watching me with adoring eyes as I shake and jump to songs about pizza. I know they are thinking that they could not be any prouder, but I know I still have a little more to give. I grab my dress and start to raise my skirt. Mom flatly says, "Ella, keep your dress down." But I am moved by the music and take that skirt all the way up. And guess what? I really fired up the crowd. My mom screams out my name and my daddy shouts "GO!" (Or was it "NO!"?) Then, I get a standing ovation from both of them.
You see, when I was dancing earlier, I scratched at my abdomen to release the tabs of my diaper. It just dropped to the ground and no one could tell that I had done it. Let’s just say that Donald Rumsfeld ain't got nothin' on the Shock and Awe Campaign I ran in front of the camera at Club Chuck E.
My light up shoes flashed, while I did the same; but it didn't last long. My mommy picked me up like a sack of potatoes and rushed me to the dim, quiet lights of the bathroom. Daddy ran reconnaissance on the diaper. He was afraid I had left a major party foul on the dance floor. Talk about your over reaction by both of them.
A few minutes later we returned to the stage, and I managed to do this maneuver one more time. Soon afterwards, my non-party loving parents called an end to the party. My dad was about to lose it. He was all, "We've got to get out of here. I can't do this place anymore. We've got to get out of here now!" He also begin muttering things like I'm never going to be allowed to go on any Spring Breaks or off to college. That he will personally guarantee that I am constantly supervised so I don't end up on a Girls Gone Wild video. He looked physically ill. Mom in her soothing voice told him to calm down, and that we will go home where he can take a nice hot shower to wash the Chuck E off of him.
So we left. As we walked out into the cold dark night, the music faded into the background as did the lights of Chuck E Cheese as we traveled home. We were now gone, but Chuck E was not forgotten. I will always cherish the memory of Club Chuck E. The taste of cheap pizza, the flashing lights and thumping music will forever linger in my mind. And I will always love you Chuck E, and I will remember how you and the camera loved me.
Shakin' and showin' my groove thing,
Ella
Picture me: flashing princess sneakers; white, fold-down socks; pink, floral, gauzy gown draped over my hot pink, silver-foiled shirt. Stunning! I remembered the words of Coco Chanel about not over accessorizing. So I ripped the bow out of my hair and allowed my hair to gracefully cover my face. Now I am ready. Even my mommy knows I'm going to turn heads.
We walk up to the doors of Chuck E Cheese. Security (an adolescence male whose intimidating physique can only be described as toothpick fierce) meets us at the front door. He stamps our hands and immediately ushers us into the club (Not that I was worried; they always let the pretty girls in.) We are met by a hostess and escorted to the VIP section of the club where our party is waiting.
I take my tokens and play my games until the DJ announces to the house that our party's pizza is waiting. I have everything announced under my brother's name, so as to keep a low profile. I eat some pizza at our table down by the stage; then, Chuck E, himself, comes out. We all rush him and the stage and just start rockin' it out! I'm stomping and clapping. I'm like:
Oh Chuck E man.
This is my jam.
Keep me partyin' late in the PM.
Ya'll don't understand.
Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer.
(Word play off of the In the Ayer by Flo Rida and Will.I.Am.)
Next, is cake. Chuck comes over to sing and blow out the candles with my crew; then he leaves. But trust me, the party is just getting started. Dad announces that he is going to take the big kids back to the game area. Mommy says she's going to stay in the party room and watch me. I'm currently back to the stage area, dancing like crazy in front of the camera that projects my image onto a big TV screen for all my fans to see. Mommy and daddy are sitting; watching me with adoring eyes as I shake and jump to songs about pizza. I know they are thinking that they could not be any prouder, but I know I still have a little more to give. I grab my dress and start to raise my skirt. Mom flatly says, "Ella, keep your dress down." But I am moved by the music and take that skirt all the way up. And guess what? I really fired up the crowd. My mom screams out my name and my daddy shouts "GO!" (Or was it "NO!"?) Then, I get a standing ovation from both of them.
You see, when I was dancing earlier, I scratched at my abdomen to release the tabs of my diaper. It just dropped to the ground and no one could tell that I had done it. Let’s just say that Donald Rumsfeld ain't got nothin' on the Shock and Awe Campaign I ran in front of the camera at Club Chuck E.
My light up shoes flashed, while I did the same; but it didn't last long. My mommy picked me up like a sack of potatoes and rushed me to the dim, quiet lights of the bathroom. Daddy ran reconnaissance on the diaper. He was afraid I had left a major party foul on the dance floor. Talk about your over reaction by both of them.
A few minutes later we returned to the stage, and I managed to do this maneuver one more time. Soon afterwards, my non-party loving parents called an end to the party. My dad was about to lose it. He was all, "We've got to get out of here. I can't do this place anymore. We've got to get out of here now!" He also begin muttering things like I'm never going to be allowed to go on any Spring Breaks or off to college. That he will personally guarantee that I am constantly supervised so I don't end up on a Girls Gone Wild video. He looked physically ill. Mom in her soothing voice told him to calm down, and that we will go home where he can take a nice hot shower to wash the Chuck E off of him.
So we left. As we walked out into the cold dark night, the music faded into the background as did the lights of Chuck E Cheese as we traveled home. We were now gone, but Chuck E was not forgotten. I will always cherish the memory of Club Chuck E. The taste of cheap pizza, the flashing lights and thumping music will forever linger in my mind. And I will always love you Chuck E, and I will remember how you and the camera loved me.
Shakin' and showin' my groove thing,
Ella
