“If You Should Accidentally Tear A Speaker Off…”
Looking out the window you’d think what a lovely day. The sun is shining and the sky is blue with only a few clouds, but all that’s horribly deceiving. I sat outside with my ice coffee and my papers, did very little and still sweated. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear,”I’m melting. I’m melting,” from a nearby house. It’s that muggy. It’s one of those feel grungy sort of days when two or three showers mightn’t be enough.
Tomorrow night is the dry run for my Movies on the Deck, just a couple of friends who won’t mind if there are glitches. I want to make sure I can easily set-up and work the projector and the popcorn machine. With the sightings of great whites, I thought Jaws would be the perfect opener. I’m really looking forward to having movies outside in the cool of a summer evening. I’ve told my friends pajamas would be just fine should they prefer a retro look.
The town drive-in is long gone. All that’s left are overgrown rows where the cars used to drive looking for the perfect spot. It was a small drive-in so deep in the woods that the mosquitoes carried off small children. Sometimes the screams were from the movie, sometimes from small children. We always set in the back so we could use two spaces, one for the car and one for us. We’d set out chairs, a picnic basket and a cooler and surround ourselves with lit mosquito coils. We brought wine and cheese, crackers and fine pastries. We’d put the audio box on the car window facing us so we could hear the movie’s dialogue. We’d sit and chat and critique the movie while sumptuously dining on the goodies from our picnic basket. There were never many cars. It was always my favorite drive-in.Explore posts in the same categories: Musings comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.