Erin and I have known each other for years and she was even our Maid of Honor when Hubbit and I got hitched. Erin and I met at Christian camp when we were in 6th grade, where I still can vividly remember her stealing David O’s favorite Yankees hat and deciding it needed to be given a “good washing” with shampoo in the cabin’s sink. Needless to say, he was pretty ticked and I immediately learned what a pistol Miss Erin was. As we got older, she only grew feistier and now she is blessed with a daughter, Raegan, who is JUST LIKE SHE WAS, times 5. Oh how the world humbles us! ;) Rae is unarguably the sassiest 4-year-old I’ve ever met and I absolutely LOVE her!
While in Memphis, we visited Graceland (which was actually extremely entertaining) and much more, but the absolute highlight of our trip was our memorable visit to Incredible Pizza. For those of you unfamiliar with the place, it’s much like GattiTown. Only better.
MUCH better.
It has an enormous buffet of salad, pizza, pasta, a taco bar, a baked potato bar, desserts, slushie and ice cream…pretty much anything and everything a kid might want to eat. It also has a game room like none I’ve ever seen before, equipped with loads of fun arcade games, glow mini-golf, Go-Kart tracks, laser tag and bumper cars.
On the car ride there, my kiddos got more and more excited as Raegan gave us the run-down of the joint and raved about their wonderful food. When we arrived, we quickly learned she was right-on. The place was awesome! The kids were super hungry, so they immediately started piling food on plates and secured their spot in the “Sports” dining room, where they could watch ESPN while they ate.
As everyone was finishing their first plate, Hubbit decided to return to the buffet for a taco salad. About 2 minutes after he departed, Bug looked right at me and said, “Momma, I’m gonna be sick”.
Bug is a great kid. But, he’s a “puker”. You know, one of those kids who pukes several times a week or more, for reasons like: He’s hot. He’s cold. He’s happy. He’s upset. His mother fed him ice cream and cookies for breakfast. (Don’t judge me!)
Knowing Bug didn’t “play” when it came to puking, I quickly asked Erin where the restroom was and she loudly told me it was to the left. I quickly started escorting my dry heaving Bug to the restroom, only in my complete haste, I turned right and couldn’t find the bathroom! I finally realized my mistake and begged Bug not to vomit in the floor as we began walking what felt like 50 miles to the restroom located on the TOTAL OPPOSITE side of the enormous building.
When I had half-dragged Bug about halfway to the bathroom, he couldn’t hold back any longer and vomited what I would consider an enormous amount, onto the floor. At this, my speed increased and we continued walking toward the restroom. The most intriguing thing was, people were just stepping AROUND IT to get their food. Gross!! About three feet later, Bug vomited again. This time, it was not only right beside the 30 foot buffet line, but also practically on Hubbit’s feet (who was happily creating what he would later call “the most perfect taco salad EVER”).
I quickly asked Hubbit to take care of the mess and alert the staff of the issue and whisked Bug to the restroom.
The next few moments were quite entertaining and went a little something like this…
6:20pm: Hubbit sprang into action, grabbing a “Wet Floor” sign to alert others of the vomit.
6:21pm: A sweet little girl came running across the restaurant, slid and did a face plant across the floor, into the vomit.
6:22pm: Hubbit abandons his “most perfect taco salad EVER” and heads straight for the bathroom, as after witnessing the vomit Slip-n-Slide, he no longer could hold off his sympathetic dry heaves.
A short time later, Bug and I returned to the table where Erin was giggling uncontrollably after witnessing the extreme ridiculousness we somehow managed to pack in our luggage and transport for six hours to Memphis. Although it was a very dramatic beginning to our visit, everyone started feeling better quickly and the kids did get to completely enjoy the gaming area.
But, you can guarantee the next time we visit Memphis, we’ll be sticking to BBQ! (Good grief.)
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