As of late I have been delving a little deep on the spiritual side of things, ( not that there is anything wrong with that) and thought I would come up for a bit of air.
Do you remember going to the drive-in? I guess there are still a few out there and I haven’t been in years. I do remember as a child thinking it was such a thrill and a treat… you know putting the blanket out next to the car, maybe with a friend you had somehow cajoled your parents into bringing along. Perhaps throwing the frisbee around with Mom biting her nails down to the nub worrying about who we may inadvertently decapitate or how many times we narrowly averted certain pancakeitis from reckless running between the cars.
Most of the time the highlight of the evening wasn’t what movie was playing, but the dual joys of staying up past bedtime and intermission. Let’s face it popcorn and ice cream have never tasted as good as when you had to take out a bank loan to pay for them!
By the end of the evening we were exhausted, covered in a conglomeration of greasy foodstuffs and enough mosquito bites to pass muster in a measles convention. Yep those were the good ole days!
Enjoy your weekend,