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Originally Posted by Not Afraid
I think the last time I was at the Drive-in must've been 1984. We took the Dad's Station Wagon and pilled a bunch of people in it, brought along some beer, god popcorn and cardboard pizza, and had fun. I smashed my fingers in the door of the car that night. I don't rememeber who else was there, except Chris and I and our friend Craig (now the music director at West Point). Boss Radio......were you there that night?
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Probably. We used to go a lot. A LOT. We used to sneak in by riding in the trunk of whoever had the biggest car. Gina Bloxham had a big, black Lincoln, and they used to love to put me and Ron and whoever else was dumb enough. Once safely parked in front of the giant screen, we would emerge, join the party and watch the movie. Or just annoy everyone. Or both.
I remember MANY nights staging elaborate picnic scenes with coolers, beach chairs and food stolen from refrigerators that belonged to the parents of our friends.
Some standout G-rated memories:
Back to the Future - I'm pretty sure you and Chris were there. Liz was. Jon Pang catered the food that night.
The time that Pat and Alisa joined us, and to to save the $5, Pat rode stowaway in his own car. Sadly, Alisa didn't have a drivers license, so she drove in at an angle with the lights on and put the car in park. When everyone at the drive-in started honking, she panicked and ran out of the car, leaving Pat locked in the trunk. It was a truly Kodak moment. Oh, how I love this story.... I finally let him out and parked his car.
The time Ron and I watched
Re-Animater and
Evil Dead in the rain, drunk off our asses, and were totally afraid to leave the car. I mean, really afraid. The drive-in was empty that night. Creepy. Horror movies are scary in the rain. I think we cried.
Sunni, Raini, Gina (Remember them?) and the gang at what was probably the last screening of
Song of the South. I distinctly remember how everyone loved the concept of finding one's Laughing Place, and the girls gave us a practical demonstration of just how one might go about it.
There are many more, but...I'll spare you the details.