Remember that time...

Remember that time I forgot about this blog for a whole month?  That was sad wasn't it?  Almost as sad as the final episode of "Friends."  Almost as sad as the fact that the Harry Potter books and movies are over.  Almost as sad as the time my guinea pig died of heat exhaustion because we forgot to bring it's cage back inside when we were giving it some fresh air. Wow.  That is a lot of sadness.  I need to change the subject before everyone starts crying. (And by everyone, I mean the small few who read this blog.  And the even smaller few who read this blog that also love the show Friends, the Harry Potter series and female guinea pigs named Elvis.)  Anywho! You know what isn't sad?  Drive-in movies. Unless of course, you are going to see a sad movie.  Or you have some tragic/unhappy memory of a bad drive-in experience that you have subconsciously associated with all drive-ins, making you loath the drive-in completely.  That happened to me once.  Not with drive-ins though.  With a local pizza place.  I got the flu after I ate there.  Now whenever I think of that place, I remember the flu.  It ruined it.  Life has never been the same...  What was I talking about? Yes!  Drive-ins!  I went to my first drive-in movie last night.  It was so fun!  Why did people ever stop going to them?  What is wrong with you people?  Have you no souls?  Drive-ins are the bomb-dig!  They are the french onion dip to Lays ruffles!  They are the cherry on top of a banana split!  They are the abs of a super hot, ripped Olympic swimmer as he charges to the finish to win the gold! (side-note: Why does Micheal Phelps always smack himself before the race?  Is it a mating call?  Because it's working.)  So what am I trying to say to you?  First, I have a new found respect for swimmers.  Second, go to the drive-in.  Just do it.  Tonight.  Or tomorrow.  Preferably Wednesday.