Drive In Movies

As a kid, I remember going to a drive-in theater twice. The first one I remember must be from when I was two or three-- I know this because my Dad was there. I remember a really creepy movie, and somewhere within the movie a sweaty old fart was killed with someone cutting his throat from behind. An argument for being really careful with what you let your little kids see, even when you think they're too young to remember.

The other movie I remember was a double feature with Godzilla and other monsters, from the 80s. It was very uncomfortable-- I was in the back of a Trans-Am with a big knot in the middle of the seats. I don't remember all that much more about this one--I know I napped a lot.

Last night's drive-in was pretty cool. There were four screens-- you could look over and see the other movies that were playing (even if you couldn't hear them). It wasn't really all that dark out-- we were on the edge of the city, but still in the city, so there was a lot of background light. Many of the cars that were there were trucks-- we do live in Texas! So people were sitting in the backs of their truck and/or in chairs behind it with the doors open. (Which is what we did).

My friend's little girl was on top of the truck-- she demanded that I join her up there so I did. We had pillows, and we lay there watching the movie and eating candy. I felt a lot like a little kid myself. Every now and then I would poke N., the little girl, and she tried to give me an atomic wedgie. (She didn't really do very well at it....thankfully).

It was a touch of childhood. The movie--well, it was adequate. But the theater, ah.