Well, I got a rare chance to be a passenger the other day and found a few new wonders on that same stretch of road.
My biggest discovery was the Las Vegas 6 Drive-In Theater.
Six movie screens that play first-run movies on a dirt lot with simple signs and an old-fashioned concessions stand. Sweet Americana.
I went out with my roommate last night (and did a weird soul shake with Floyd Mayweather as a sign of solidarity for our mutual home city) so I thought I’d check out the drive-in tonight.
Just cold Diet Coke box of Cheez-Its and me.
I bought my ticket ($6.25?! What a steal!) to Wall-E (don’t judge) and parked.
At this point, I had a whole dilemma on my hands. Windows up, windows down? Engine on, engine off? Recline, don’t recline? I was kind of a mess.
Ultimately, I adjusted my seat and turned the engine off. I didn’t have the heart to waste gas during a movie about humans rendering the planet unsustainable and useless with their gluttonous ways.
I put the windows down for “cross ventilation” knowing full well the 98-degree temperatures, at night mind you, weren’t going to provide an ideal breeze.
All six movies started at about the same time, just about when I started to sweat like it was going out of style. I really hate back of the knee sweat. I just want to throw that out there.
I really fought peeking around to see snippets of Dark Knight, Stepbrothers, X-Files and the Mummy (Well, maybe not that) but I could only hear my movie tuned into my radio.
My Diet Coke lost its chill quickly and was consumed in record time. I set my aim on the case of water and half a PowerAde I had tossed in the backseat earlier. Both were tepid (the worse) but my thirst didn’t mind.
I really did enjoy the movie, but it would have been better in an enclosed theater. The animation used a lot of darker colors that got cancelled out by the cloudy night sky.
But the plot was cute and hearing little kids giggle from their miniature folding chairs raised the roof on the cute factory.
When it was over, I raced to crank the air conditioner and get home. I guzzled water, fruit juice and an entire glass of milk (it just felt right) and then more water when I got home.
I’ll definitely go to the drive-in again. But this time, I’m going to sit in a kiddy pool of water fanning myself within arms length of a fully stocked minifridge of cold beverages.
See, I am figuring this climate out.
2 comments:
Now that I am back to work and have time to spend diligently reading your blog ---- is there really a place called FATBURGER!!!!!!!!!! I think I need to go there. Also, I agree with back of the knee sweat. Why does it always go there.
Also, I couldn't help but hum John Travolta's "Stranded at the Drive In" from Grease while reading this. Love you, miss you, mean it.
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