Sometimes, after a long week at work, all you want to do is let your inner child run around screaming until it needs a snack and a nap. But in a slightly more refined way that comes from being a taxpayer with a horizontal driver’s license. Maybe not so much screaming. If Chuck E. Cheese (Charles Entertainment, really) is where a kid goes to be a kid, where does a grown up go to get childish in Birmingham? Continue reading “Get Childish in Birmingham”