Last night was Movie Night for Elder Girleen’s school at the drive-in, so we made a nest of pillows and hello kitty sleeping bags in the back of the station wagon and headed out to see Bee Movie.
Well, ladies of the evening may use the play structure at our neighborhood park as a great place to ply their trade; the biggest hill around here might actually be the old landfill; but a straight shot down the thoroughfare leads you past Nail World, Dollar Land, Super Valu and the Foxxxy Lady straight to… the drive-in, and I wouldn’t live anywhere else in the city (except maybe a huge Victorian manse complete with cupola on the other side of I-20).
As luck would have it, we ended up positioning the station wagon RIGHT NEXT to Elder Girleen’s two favorite kindergarten guys. She almost exploded. Groups of kids ran recklessly from car to car, possessed by the anarchy that takes over when the adults of your world are otherwise occupied (in our case by figuring out how to extinguish the light in the back of the station wagon for primo movie watching).
The cold front blew in, we settled in: and I give the experience an A +. About the movie, though…
Ratatouille was at least about a rat expressing his creativity through cooking. Bee Movie, on the other hand, is about a LAWSUIT. The hive is sorta like the city in Metropolis but not in an ironic or interesting way, the whole honey making project isn’t very … scientific and the best thing I can say about it is that it made me realize how LUCKY we are that it’s not the 90s anymore, when we all thought Jerry was the funniest thing since sliced bread.
Drive-ins are sooooo cool. It sounds awesome (movie aside) to me.
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