Chuck E. Cheese….Again

February 20, 2007 at 5:11 pm 3 comments

Just last week, I created a photo set in Flickr for “Chuck E. Cheese Trip 2007“.  I didn’t expect to go there again in 2007.  Instead, I went there twice in one month!

I went up to Northern Virginia for the weekend, planning for a visit trifecta.  I would visit Carolyn (who just had surgery), my brother (who is returning to Hawaii March 5th) and my grandmother (whose health is struggling).  It turns out, my brother had his own plans that weekend– he was visiting Asheville, NC.  So while I was heading northbound on I-81, he would be heading southbound. 

The Plan 
We devised a plan– we would both leave our respective homes at 3 PM and meet in Harrisonburg, Virginia for supper.

“I’m not sure how it’ll work out,” I told Derek as I was preparing to leave for the day, “He’s like me– unorganized and late.”

Sure enough, our Sawyer blood affected us both.  I was still packing when the planned depature time arrived.  I called my brother at three and was relieved to find he too was running late.  We settled on a revised depature of 4 PM.

At 4 PM, I was able to hit the road.  I made great time and the trip went fast as I listened to They Might Be Giants, K-os and NOFX.  When I arrived in Harrisonburg, I called my brother and lo and behold– he has a stronger concentration of Sawyer blood than I.  He was still at the house! 🙂  No biggie, I told him to call me when he got to 66 and we’d pick a new venue.  At this point, my poor brother had Friday rush hour to contend with.  I ended up beating him to 66! 

When my brother finally made it to 66, he got stuck in dense traffic and promptly got off at the very same exit and called me.

“Get off exit 47,” he said, “I’m chuck-e-cheesing it.”

I’m embarassed to say this, but I needed him to explain the phrase “chuck-e-cheesing it”. 

In 17 minutes, I reached exit 47 and quickly found the Chuck E. Cheese.  I could not, however, find an isolated parking spot.  So, I parked in between two minivans and hoped that neither owner would return before me and have to face the barking dogs locked in my vehicle.  I grabbed all edible items (another stipulation of leaving the dogs in the car) and headed into Chuck E. Cheese.

Recognition of Loved Ones
When Ann and I were at Chuck E. Cheese a few weeks ago, we arrived very early on a Sunday morning.  Chuck E. Cheese on a Sunday morning is a lot different than Chuck E. Cheese on a Friday night.  On Sunday morning, it was deserted (except for a token thief and an angry mother).  On Friday night, it was pretty much a display of confined chaos.  I walked through the entire facility and did not spot my brother.  Finally, I called him on the phone.

“Hey where are you?” I asked.

“I’m inside,” he said.

“*I’m* inside,” I said.

Suddenly I noticed the man standing right next to me was also on a cell phone.  I took a closer look and it was my brother.  I didn’t even recognize my own brother at first!  In my defense, I’m very used to seeing him bald or with very little hair.  Currently, he has a beard and curly hair. 

Curly-haired Jay and Jacqueline at Chuck E. Cheese

Jay the Pedophile
Jay, his girlfriend, and I played some Skeeball, ate some cheese pizza, and visited.  At the end of our supper, we decided to be generous and bestow our accrued tickets onto well deserving kids.  Jacqueline spotted a nice candidate, and like a good fairy godmother, she got up, walked over to the child and turned over the surprise tickets.  Now it was Jay’s turn.  He was a little more picky about his recipient.

“How about that one?” I asked.

“Nah,” Jay replied, “Looks too happy.”

Jay finally found a worthy kid, but apparently the kid was not quite worthy enough for my brother to exert the extra energy needed to stand up.  Jay remained seated at our booth and called out, “Hey Kid!  Kid!”

When the kid would not approach, Jay took the spare tickets, leaned over and dangled the tickets as bait.  To me it looked amusing, but to others I imagine it looked fairly suspicious.  My brother might as well have said, “Hey there little kid, do you want to see my puppy?  It’s, uh, in this nice van over here.”

A Joy of Owning Dogs 
When we finally disposed of the tickets, it was time for us to head our seperate ways.  We went out into the parking lot and shared some hugs.  Then in horror, I heard my dogs making a ruckus from across the parking lot.  I rushed their way and in further horror, I saw a young mother and her extremely young daughter fearfully struggling to get in their minivan.  Meanwhile both dogs were barking and Jimmie and trying to “dig” through the window to get to the intruders.  Both dogs, even the wussy beagle, appeared to be vicious, blood-thirsty beasts.

Unlike the mother I encountered at my other Chuck E. Cheese visit, this one was extremely nice.  She readily accepted my apologies and was able laugh about the situation. 

Still….next time I go to Chuck E. Cheese in 2007, the dogs are definitely staying home.

Entry filed under: Henry, Jay, Jimmie.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Christina  |  February 21, 2007 at 5:04 am

    Do you remember how we used to skip class in high school to go Chuck-E-Cheesing? Ah, the memories…

  • 2. tgaw  |  February 23, 2007 at 9:37 pm

    Oh yeah, that’s right! I had forgotten about that!

  • 3. Clint  |  August 14, 2007 at 8:09 am

    That picture of Jay and his girlfriend is also posted at:
    20070217 - Jay (now with hair), Jacqueline - 395845526_90beeeee64_o

    maximum linkage!


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