I talked Don into driving 45 minutes to go to a drive-in, to see Disney's Cinderella! What husband of 35 years does that? Thanks, Don!
 | The last time we went to a drive in, it was a Disney movie and we had a station wagon with kids! So glad we had no kiddos this time since the woman who sold us tickets was rude and foul mouthed. I will save my rant for Trip Advisor and keep it positive here. |
Luckily I was able to growl, then laugh and then absorb the totally delightful evening. The weather was heavenly and the whole scene was a hoot. The grassy playground was scattered with puddles and giddy kids. There were families gathering with lawn chairs and blankets. There were chatty dog walkers, sloppy ball tossers, and a generous windshield washer, eager to share his Windex. We chatted with the family in the van next to ours. "Grandma" remembered when admission was a dollar. "Mom" laughed and asked if we could help keep an eye on her teen daughter, who had brought her boyfriend for the first time!
| And the sun finally set! We tuned in the radio, started in on the popcorn, then pulled out a couple glasses of wine. (Gee, I have no idea where those came from!) And hey, the movie wasn't bad. You have to love those costumes... and mice! |  |
Staying awake through the movie was no problem, since we had occasional horns and car lights surprising the crowds. No this was not an attempt to keep the young teens from getting frisky. Today's cars just get a little confused when radios are left on. We found the whole thing pretty amusing and luckily the car did start up when it was time to leave!
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