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“They were the most outrageous, most envied, most startlingly fun birthday parties a generation of kids ever attended.” Read my article about The Mad Hatter here.
You guys have read this, right? Shit is insane. Unbelievable tesimonials of stuff that would never be legally possible today.
I was a kid who grew up (mostly) in Toronto and I was a little too young to have gone to this place, but I do remember kids talking about going there, and essentially not believing them.
When I entertained the reality of their stories, In my mind I pictured the place (if it did indeed exist) as far more polished and proffesional - kinda like the indoor playgrounds (you know, the ones with big plastic tubing and rope nets and ball pits) my little brother and sister attended birthday parties at.
I’m pretty glad I never got invited to a party at the Mad Hatter, because it would have been my worst nightmare, as an awkward, bookish, cautious kid.
(via sundanceapples)
inner child in me and the outer adult thinks this sounds like hell on earth.
This is the nuttiest thing I’ve ever heard of. Can you imagine parents today dropping their kids off at a place that...
I was a kid who grew up (mostly) in Toronto and I was a little too young to have gone to this place, but I do remember...
This is totally warped. Warped.
Oh my god! This is crazy! Somebody make a movie please.
They were the most outrageous, most envied, most startlingly fun birthday parties a generation
This is just so nuts I can’t even handle it.
I had my 9th birthday at this place. It was the best.
You guys have read this, right? Shit is insane. Unbelievable tesimonials...stuff that...