This week, my nephew, Guy, will turn four so today he had a birthday party at Chuck-e-Cheese. The place was insane. I like games, in fact I would probably be classified as a closet gamer, but there should be some sort of limit to the amount of people that can be packed into Chuck-e-Cheese at one time. There was actually a line to get in the door and then, once inside, there were children and parents everywhere. It seems like they were all screaming at the same time as well. Oh well, at least Guy seemed to have a great time. Everyone was handed him tickets so he ended up with a ridiculous amount and I’m sure he picked something great with them, although in true child fashion, by the time you counted up the cost of the tokens to win those tickets, you probably could have drove across to Target and bought the toy for much less. But, it’s the thrill of the game that keeps people from doing that. There’s something exciting about hitting buttons and seeing little pieces of paper spit out, even for adults. Or maybe more for adults since we know those tickets are like gold in a place like Chuck-e-Cheese. The more tickets you have the more amazing you are and doesn’t that translate into all aspects of life? Isn’t that why we buy the uber over-priced shoes and the Land Rovers? Except for me, because I’m a clearance whore. If I have to pay full price, I’m not buying it no matter what it is. Yet, I fell into the Chuck-e-Cheese trap. The allure of the tickets and the little golden tokens got to me. And we were there to celebrate a birthday and what fun would the birthday boy have had if we didn’t all participate? Absolutely none, of course. Happy (almost) birthday, Guy!