I have to take the kids to Dave and Busters later. That's what happens when your kids have friends and your husband makes lame excuses like, 'well, I can't do it - I have work.'
Do you even know what Dave and Busters is? If you don't? I am jealous. So jealous and where's my genie lamp so I can make three wishes and one of them being to take away that part of my brain that has any knowledge of Dave and Busters.
D&B is the Costco for germs. It's also a place for dining, drinking and gaming - not always in that order.
You'd think I'd love this place, but I don't. I despise it. The few times I've been there, I have had the worst panic attacks. One time, I found myself pulling paper towels from the dispenser to wrap around the door like a million times so I could hold on to it and steady myself while bratty kids kept calling me 'crazy lady' and their moms tried to shush them, but they gave me the evil eye.
But the kids are really excited. I mean, I guess D&B beats out hanging out at the house with me and listening to me complain about the complexities of dog hair in a shag rug.
At least this place has a full bar.