Nothing Like the First Time

Well I finally fulfilled one of the few remaining rites of passage that have alluded me, going to a drive in movie theater. As a kid there weren't many drive in theaters in the area, and the most notable one was an adult drive in. I really don't want to know what people do in their cars there. Anyway, Saturday night I took some potential cult members to the drive in. Drive ins pretty much only exist in the country, so off to the country it was.

Now there's something that being in small town America always has in common, no matter what part of the country you're in--there ain't shit to do. Thus the drive in was packed, and there was a large line of cars several hours before the show began (which was rather late due to the days being longer--a sign of the apocalypse--join my cult!!!). We came prepared with various mysterious candies from the Japanese market. I dunno exactly what we ate, but everything had MSG in it (I'm not shitting you, it all had MSG). While we waited, we enjoyed the real highlight of the evening: people watching.

Lots of white trash, big belt buckles, big hair, oh, and someone had a black power T-shirt. It's been a while since I've seen one of those (this one was black with the word "black" with a fist in the backgound. What was odd was the dude that was wearing it--the fella was a middle-aged white guy. Odd, really odd.

Anyway, it was a good time. The movies weren't bad, the atmosphere was interesting, and the overall experience was one I enjoyed.