Chuck E. Cheese's is only fun if you're drunk. Or maybe if you're four.

And just a few short hours ago, I was neither drunk nor four, but I was at Chuck E. Cheese's.

You know, where a kid can be a kid.

Those places always feel like a time warp to me, and not in a good way.  

Plus today, there was a little girl there with questionable hygiene who kept scratching her head in a way that made me itchy and uncomfortable.

At one point, RJ looked at me and said "How long has it been?"

I glanced at my watch.

"Less than an hour."

RJ:  "Do you think it's been long enough?"

Me:  "Oh, hell yeah.  Try to catch him and we'll leave."

RJ: "I think it's your turn to catch him."

Me:  "Oh no.  I caught him last time.  Don't you remember?"  Launches into a very detailed, descriptive tale of The Last Time, which, by the way, was totally made up.

Oh well.

At least SOMEBODY had fun.