We take our feast of Wheat Thins, cheese and salami over to the living room (living area?) and turn on Stacy (Wow. That just sounds very wrong.).
Oh, no. It sounds
so right.
Mommy, why do we have to watch her?
Because she's turned on, of course.
I could make a drinking game out of this but that probably wouldnt be appropriate with a 10-year-old.
Agree 100%. When you're a parent, you're usually so tired that even a 10 year old could drink you under the table. Makes for a totally unfair advantage.
Tonight were going to the Top of the World Lounge to watch Wishes. This is going to be great! For some reason I keep picturing the nightclubs in those old Doris Day movies.
And I always picture Titanic... and yes I know it's "King" of the world... but so what. I still picture Titanic.
My dad was a high school principal, in fact he was MY high school principal. Yeah, that was fun. All the kids wanted to hang with me.
Well look at you little miss popular!

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And what venue do you think the National Association of School Principals would deem the perfect place to hold their convention?
Why the Playboy Club at Lake Geneva, Wisconsin of course!
Not too many women principals back then, huh?
Now as a kid I didnt question whether this was an appropriate place for educators to gather.
There's a scene in Animal House where a girl on a parade float, dressed up as a bunny (I have no idea why) is sent flying through an open window only to land on a young teen boy's bed. The young lad exclaims, "Thank you, God!!!"
What I DO remember were the bunnies.
Interesting. That's probably what I would remember too.
My brother and sister and I would go to the restaurant by ourselves and order cokes just so we could have real live Playboy bunnies wait on us. (Im sure they were thrilled with our table.)
At first I thought: Yeah, who would want the non-tipping table? But then as I was about to type a snarky little (sorry, I mean a smart-butt) comment I suddently thought: Wait! Maybe they
were fighting over who gets your table. You know, it's not the non-tipping table... it's the
non-groping table.
Makes me want to go there.
Monkston doesnt build the usual Lego things like houses and skyscrapers. See if you can guess what shes creating.
Guesses? Cmon, I made it easy.
Hmmm... Somehow "an office?" seems a little
too easy. So I'll go with cubicles instead.
I feel like a kid with a fake ID outside a club! (Not that Id really know what that felt like.)
No. Of course not. None of us do.
Were next and after a quick glance at our cards, he leads us all to the special Top the World elevator. I dont know that this is really any different from the elevators next to it except that theres a piece of paper that says so.
There's a piece of paper that says, "I'm special" for the elevator?
Speaking of views, does anyone else find the MK view overrated? I think its really only pretty at night. During the day you have to look out over that huge parking lot and concrete roadways to see the castle.

If you want a view... you can't beat nature. And miles of asphalt ain't it.
Our dinner wasnt particularly satisfying so we order drinks and an order of soft pretzels. Monkston asks for a glow cube in her lemonade. Does anyone know how they store those things? Do they keep them in individual, sterilized packages because I would hate to think they just pick them up out of a big box and drop them in your drink.
Oh, goodness no! That would be unsanitary. Each one is sanitized and individually wrapped for your protection. Then when a box is opened, they're all unwrapped and dumped in a bucket where countless waiters and waitresses rummage around with their bare unwashed hands trying to dig one out for you, the lucky consumer.
Feel better now?
Wow, Skippy is taking a long time getting us our drinks. I think he was put up here for a reason. And whoever nicknamed him Skippy sure doesnt know him very well.
That made me
More and more drinkless, pretzel-less people block our view on the balcony. Im sure glad we got here early to get a good spot.
Sounds like a smaller version of the 3 o'clock parade dance.
Skippy arrives with the check and I tell him that we have the Tables in Wonderland card. Skippy is not pleased. He tells me has to go all the way downstairs to get the manager. Downstairs? Why is the manager downstairs? Why isnt the manager here helping with the ten people that are actually ordering drinks?
That just steams me. And why is it your problem that they aren't better organized? Skippy's lucky he didn't have me at the table. His tip would've gone downstairs too... in my wallet.
Thanks for the chapter!
