It was August. I was dating a very lovely boy that lived so far upstate in New York that they had drive-in movies within a reasonable driving distance.
And so, after gushing about how one of my goals in life is to go see the wonders of the silver screen from behind the romantic glass of a Ford Envoy, off we went with snacks and blankets and rose-colored glasses.
Until we both realized that, nowadays, Ford Envoys don't have bench seating, making snuggling impossible unless you want to get very friendly with a gear shifter.
And also, this picture? Totally false. Technology has RUINED the drive-in movie by allowing you to tune in from the radio in your car. WHICHMEANS! That you can't get all frisky and hop on the hood of your car and neck like a coupla' teenagers. You have to sit in your car, separated by the gear shifter and trying to pretend that it's comfortable sitting in your car to watch a movie.
In fact, I'd say that all parents SHOULD let their daughters go on dates at drive-in movies. Let me tell you, there is NO funny business going on inside of a car that can't be done in a movie theater. For reals.
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