Gimme a Hoo Hoo!
I came across this in my reading...as a teacher of writing, I appreciated the "voice!"
To my nephew, it may have been the Best. Party. Ever. But to his parents? Yeah, well, not so much. This summer, said nephew, only 11 years old, was invited to a pool party: Splish splash. Fun, fun. The parents of the kid who were hosting had informed all of the other parents that they'd take the kids out to eat afterwards. Not a problem, right? P.S.: The restaurant was Hooters.
As you can imagine upon their finding out, my brother and sister-in-law were hotter than a bucket full of buffalo wings. I mean, if they'd at least been told about the choice of eatery, that would've given them the chance to raise the issue of maybe bringing the kids to a more family-friendly establishment. You know, one where the waitstaff wears a hygienically conscious length of pant? [Insert Oprah-esque supportive applause here.] I'd hate to see where this couple would host an 11-year-old girl's party. Chippendales? I mean, good Lord! Where would they even put their name tags?
So, gone, apparently, are the days of Chuck E. Cheese. Paper crown at Burger King? That's so 1975, people. I guess I'm an old fart, but since when did it become okay for preteen boys to celebrate their birthdays not with a menagerie of inflated plastic balloons, but with .... well, a menagerie of inflated plastic balloons bearing dippable food?
Holla if you hear me: Is Hooter's not, hands (and breasts) down, the worst choice of location for a kid's birthday party?
Ron Kelly writes for Parents magazine's Goody Blog, where this article originally appeared.
































