Last week at BlogHer11 (yes, I am still talking about my trip!) I got to do the coolest thing. Well, I got to do a lot of cool things, but one of the best was getting to go in the Chuck E. Cheese Ticket Blaster! It is a lot harder than it looks and I only got about 15 tickets during my time in the blaster.
Now I must fill you in that I LOVE CHUCK E. CHEESE. Always have, most likely always will. I don’t know why really, but I do love taking the girls and watching them grow up through the games. Watching Elle having to be held on the helicopter while I pedal to make it fly to seeing her do it on her own just makes me burst with love and pride (cheesy, but true…the illustration and the pun.) So getting to go in the Ticket Blaster when it was not even my birthday was awesome!
I also got to try out the new picture machine. Gone are the black and white paper pictures of child and Chuck E. There are suave and sophisticated cards that identify me as a Hip Hop Dancer. They must have seen me bust-a-move at Sparklecorn.
An hour or so after my amazing blasting experience we were walking back to our room I glanced down. There was a Chuck E. Cheese ticket in between my bosoms. I had never thought to use them as a storage space! Okay, I have thrown my cell in a few times when I need two hands, but never had I used them for tickets. A great idea I must remember the next time I go play me some Skee-Ball.
Then later Julia found one by the toilet…I guess those tickets can hide just about anywhere!
Gotta love the Chuck man and his tickets.







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