Here Are the Songs They Play At a Kid's Skating Rink Birthday Party

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Editor's Note: Shea Serrano is an award-winning music writer and goofball whose recent exploits include Bun B's Rapper Coloring and Activity Book. In his new column, he writes about his life and times.

Among many other things, my twin six-year-old sons think I am Manu Ginobili when the Spurs play basketball on TV, the model for the Georges St-Pierre action figure (which we gave my wife for Christmas one year), Paco from Bloodsport and the guy inside the blue Power Ranger costume. They think all of these things because I told them all of these things, because when you're a dad you can just lie about stuff and your kids will believe you.

With tiny humans whose brains are nearly empty living in your house, you can be whomever you want. Did you know that I once got into a fistfight with Thor? Or that I taught the Pope how to pray? That I have the muscle density of a gorilla? Or did you know that I invented cars and also lightning? Fact, fact, fact, fact and fact.

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Lying is the tits for dads, man. You know what the tradeoff is, though? Goddamn stupid birthday parties.

The thing they don't tell you about being a dad is that you're gonna spend basically every day of every weekend of your dad life at some kid's birthday party because your kid got invited. At my house, every Thursday:

Son: Daddy, I got invited to a birthday party this weekend!
Me: Oh.
Son: It's for Terry.
Me: Who?
Son: Terry. From my class.
Me: Terry? Oh, the boy with the dirty face. How's his face dirty at 7:30 a.m.?
Son: No! That's Terry R. This is Terry M. Can't you tell the difference?
Me: BITCH I CAN BARELY REMEMBER YOUR NAME.

That's how we recently ended up at a skating rink at 4 p.m. Time stamps:

3:54: We are here at a skating rink. (We = Wife + me + the twins + the baby.) I can't imagine it'll be too long before one of us has a broken bone of some sort. Hooray for broken femurs.

4:01: Actually I kind of don't hate the skating rink. I used to go there a lot when I was in middle school. I remember going to the late-night skating session with my two ugly friends and one handsome friend. We'd go and try and talk to girls, and I'd go home mad every time because no girls would let me touch their boobs in the back corner. I imagine this party is going to end the same way; such is life.

4:14: The best thing about this skating rink is that they have a DJ, plus an arcade area and concession stand. Time skipped right the hell over skating rinks. Way to go, America.

4:19: Oh, snap. The DJ opens this children's party with "Dark Horse" by Katy Perry and Juicy J. That was cool at the Grammys when Katy Perry thought that she was the Corpse Bride.

4:24: There are probably fifteen or so kids here now. If they play anything by Young Thug, you can fully expect me to start bowling over these little bastards. I'm always the toughest guy at a birthday party.

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