drive-in movie.

so here we are, stranded at the drive-in.

its amazing that the mendon drive-in still exists; that there are still families piling into cars and carting their folding chairs and vigorously spraying their children with bug spray while hoping it doesn't get on

the chili-cheese fries that they just bought from the snack bar.

those people are still here, my friends.

i remember the drive-in from when i was a kid: snuggling down under blankets when it was chilly, waiting out a rain storm, those incredible speakers that sort of fit on your car window, my brothers and i running around the parking lot before the movie started.

my father remembers his drive-in from when he was a teenager: 25 cents for each person in the car, making his friend Inky get in the trunk so it was cheaper, then taunting him when they finally parked, only cracking the trunk to throw him a bottle of soda.

classic.

in the midst of all of the whirlwind of drama around me--home, family, country, world and otherwise--it is times like last night that root me to the reality of my very, very good life.  sure, the movie wasn't the best (turbo--although it had a great finale) and the girl was tired and sniffly and the boys ate the huge bag of popcorn we bought in about five minutes and the camp chairs were really uncomfortable and alex got bit a bunch of times despite bug spray and the children next to us cried a lot, but still.

still,

this life of mine.