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I found myself traveling across country with a couple I used to know whose children were small at the time. We wound up at the Chuck E Cheese in Seattle. Blinking lights, kids running amok everywhere, fooseball and laser tag and really bad pizza.
Then I was in a really, really comfy bed at Chuck E Cheese watching TV with several other people. Still a lot of people and Keith Richards was sitting in a chair opposite the wall. I asked him if I could spend the night since the bed was so comfortable. Keith said "Yes" of course and ... and... and. he left! I thought this was going to turn into a really good dream. :cry: (I think really it was all the kids around that was the inhibitor. Several other people in bed with me were up for it.) :blush:
The couple who brought me decided to move on. They left and I found myself saying, I've got to figure out how to get home. Flights, train times started running through my head.
Can anyone explain to me why I went to live in Keefe's hotel room at Chuck E Cheese in Seattle? Keith I can see showing up, but Chuck E Cheese? I hate that place and haven't given it a minute's thought in ... well forever.
:crazy: Good morning! :hi:
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