Movies at the Drive In Theater

Last night I went to a drive in theater. Drive in movies are going the route of railroad trains. They are becoming more rare and infrequent yet neither is completely extinct. Occasionally one can hear the far away choo choo of a freight train, and once in awhile, one can see a drive in marquee along the side of a busy highway.

I hadn't frequented a drive in since I was in kindergarten. At that time, my mother took her children and some neighbors to a county drive in theater during the summer. We saw an Elvis Presley flick. I think it was Kissin' Cousins. I ate popcorn until I got a stomachache. Those were the good old days.

There are still a few drive in movies in Alabama. The one I visited last night had four separate theaters. Not being aware of most of the current movie plots, my hubby and I decided to see Talladega Nights. We figured that we probably couldn't go wrong with a movie that had an Alabama theme. Talladega, Alabama, boasts a famous Nascar race track. Unfortunately, the movie was as stale as last year's popcorn. To put it another way, Talladega Nights would make
Smokey and the Bandit seem like Hamlet by comparison.

Oh, well, the ticket cost was reasonable: five dollars per adults and two dollars per children. There were a lot of families with children present. I am pleased to report that the children were well behaved, the air was clean and not too humid, and my hubby and I didn't get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Furthermore, the theater offered food not normally sold at most movie places. They sold hamburgers and french fries that would rival Burger King.

We also took our dog with us. When we arrived to buy our tickets, we saw a sign that said no pets allowed, so hubby had to hide doggy between his legs on the floorboard until it got good and dark outside. Then he was allowed to sit in my lap and hang his head out of the window. Of course, our pooch is well behaved, so he was not a problem.

On the way home, our doggie slept contentedly in my lap with his head nestled on my left arm. I am thrilled to report that I did not get a stomachache from the popcorn ingested at this movie. That made the drive home infinitely more bearable. Even though the movie was subpar, hubby and I decided that the drive in theater was worth trying again soon. Next time we will make sure we check out the movie selections more carefully before we pick our choice. I suppose we could also read what Roger Ebert says. And yes, should we go again, the dog is traveling with us incognito.