I went to a place called “Putters” last night.
For a little kid’s birthday party.
(Insert long, long sigh here)
I hate little kids’ birthday parties. I hate the money spent and the food coloring mixed with Crisco cake. The “entertain me” attitude of the children. The more more more and more. The talking to parents I don’t know. The talking to parents I do know but don’t like. The gift bags….
I heard a mother say, “Whoever invented the idea of gift bags ought to be drug out and shot.”
And I heartily agree.
Little bags of presents at the end of a party? Bags of presents for all the kids who are invited? When it’s not even their birthday?
So back to this place, this birthday place called “Putters,” where I went last night:
Putters is a video arcade, putt-putt mini-golf course, Lazer Tag (that’s right, with a “z”), pool, beer, pizza, mini-bowling, and children’s playground location.
To add to the general atmosphere of developing ADHD in young brains, there were TVs mounted in every corner (all set to the NFL “Game Mix” – a sports show of multiple games at once, ticking scores and stats, and, for example, “Patriot’s Win” in a big box in one corner).
I’m not showing what it’s really like there. This entry is NOT fragmented enough to represent the scene.
It was like the start of the movie Idiocracy, when I’m supposed to press play on my DVD player remote, but I can’t even figure out what I’m supposed to do because the screen is too chaotic in front of me.
And supposedly we were there to celebrate the birth of a 5-year-old.