Z's Fantabulous Birthday Shindig Recap

So Zack's fifth birthday party went off with only the slightest of hitches. He, once again, chose Chuck E. Cheese for his party. I hate that place. Loathe, actually. Anyway, in my undying persistence to be the best Father I can, I relented and suffered through the atrocities that are collectively known as Chuck E. Cheese.


Here's Z and his big brother Brando reveling in the wonders that are Iron Man.


Z was stoked about the Iron Man, so thanks to Lord Windesmere and his progeny for that one.


Pokey gave Z a remote control flying wasp, which he thought was the coolest thing ever.


Here's taking pictures of his friends with the camera he got for Christmas.


I'm not sure what to make of Violent J's face, but I think it's hilarious.


This is Z in his contemplative mode.


So here's the only hitch that occurred in our party: The hostess that was supposed to cater to our every need didn't bother to show up for work, so we got stuck with this little bundle of hotness. That's not the hitch, though. The hitch was that she had to take two parties at once, and the other party was bitchy and running her ragged. She took great care of us, and I supposed it's a good thing I am so laid back. It's too bad she wasn't five years older, because I would have taken her home with me. And I told her that, too. And she agreed. Damn, I hate being old(er).


If you look close enough, you'll see Z giving the horns. Zack rules.


I can't think of anything witty to put here.


This is Z and Violent J hiding from Chuck E. Cheese. I've never seen anything like this. Z will strut around like a bird dog around all the girls, but he's the first one to run for the hills when Chuck comes calling. Meanwhile, all the little girls are flocking to Chuck. Maybe I should buy myself a mouse costume.


Z and Pokey.
I don't know what's up with this picture. Maybe he had to poop, but didn't want to leave the SkeeBall. Who knows.

Overall it was a fabulous (and expensive) endeavor. But Z and his friends had a blast. And that's all that matters.