ANYWAY, after a rock climbing excursion for Thing Two (the littler Thing) and Mr. Logo, a guitar lesson for Thing One from his grandfather, and a fabulous Tex-Mex dinner made by the esteemed elder sister we went to one of only 8 (eight!!) drive in theaters in Washington.
They have a recently updated concession stand, a quarter mile go-kart track,
and a nice big screen.
We lived on the windward side of the island and one of our neighbors lost their entire roof,
not some roofing, the whole thing.
Wind just flipped the sucker off there like it was a Lincoln log house.
The people across the street from us ended up with their lovely new fence in the dining room,
straight through their sliding glass door.
It was an impressive windstorm.
Anyway, the screen at the drive-in was insured,
so movies are better than ever at the BlueFox.
For $12 we watched Cars, and Pirates of the Caribbean,
there was a third feature,
but we still had to drive home,
and it was already 2:00 AM.
So we called it quits.
Imma go take a nap now.
Marathon movie watching is exhausting.