After court on Thursday, we piled the kids into the car to head out for an evening of merriment. Finding something that qualifies as fun for all of the kids is a daunting task. There isn’t much that an eight year old enjoys that an almost eighteen year old enjoys as well.
Enter Dave & Buster’s in Providence Rhode Island. Now, there are other kid’s entertainment places that are similar, but there are usually hordes of kids there. And as much as I love kids, I needed an evening that included a glass of wine and less chaos.
Dave & Buster’s was a great choice because there was something for everyone. Including libations for those of us who needed them.
After such a serious day, this was exactly the medicine our family needed. A night of wanton silliness. A chance to blow off some pent up mental steam that we were all brimming over with.
We certainly gravitated towards the more physical games. Whack-A-Mole was a family favorite and boy did we beat the snot out of those little critters.
The boys threw themselves into epic air hockey battles. I tried to play with Aidan, but after almost losing a few acrylic nails, I moved onto safer games. Skeeball. Skeeball is so much more my speed.
Shannon and I shoved a reluctant Aidan into the photo booth. He hid behind us while we mugged it up with the camera. What I wouldn’t do to have a photobooth in my own home. Way too much fun.
But mostly we were just interested in clubbing poor defenseless cartoon characters into oblivion, apparently. If it wasn’t Whack-A-Mole, it was some other type of club it over the head kind of game. Sort of barbaric, but it sure did the trick.
Dad actually hit the jackpot on his game. Can I tell you that it takes a really long time for 1,000 tickets to spit out of a machine?
Can I also tell you that for the price we paid to win the 1,000 tickets, we could’ve let the kids pick just about anything they wanted from Toys R Us?
But that matters not. This one night was not about penny pinching. It was about letting go. Letting go of disappointment. Letting go of bad memories.
It was a night about laughing and playing. About celebrating our being able to get through a tough time in one piece. And remembering the reason we fought so hard to survive it.
This is not a sponsored post. We paid for our evening at Dave & Buster’s. All opinions are my own.