NOTICE-THIS IS AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY TONGUE-IN-CHEEK BLOG.
Maybe it was the screaming...the apparent crys of horror. Or perhaps the Diane Arbus photo look-alikes creeping about...escapees from the recent carnival in town. For sure the stringy haired, skeleton of a man with no teeth, with the greasiest, longest pony tail on the plain Plains. And the hardened lady of sixty or so...in the tight leopard skin Capri's from 1959...the one with the reddest over the lip line lips ever.The noise. The horns. The bells. The loudspeakers and the grating voice over the loudspeakers. The smells, damnation...the smells. Cheap perfume...body odor...farts, yes farts....some of them possibly mine...from fear...fear farts if you will. Mass produced food waifing in my nostrils and my brain. The inability to have a conversation with my wife. The equal inability to keep up with my child in the crowd. The fear that the toothless dude is a recently released molester...of children...and women...and bicycle seats. His MO...kill the man first, then...have your way.
Maybe these were the things that put me in the mind of Dante's Inferno...the descent into Hell. The painting of Hieronymus Bosch, Garden of Earthly Delights, and in particular the last judgement and the descent into hell. Admittedly, our heads and bladders were swimming in high percentage carbonated drinks...at $3 a pop (we got a little wacky with that).
All of this horror for our daughter...our youngest daughter, who was invited to a classmate's birthday party yesterday. The venue? Chuck E. Cheese. Two hours of Chuck E. Cheese. Nothing more to be said.
Addendum: Does anyone out there need approximately $9 US in worthless CEC slugs, good only in CEC establishments...in the US, of course?