As dusk approaches, the relentless heat of Guymon, OK, (a humid 103°) subsides, giving way to a breeze and promise of a perfect night. A cool night. A sweet night.
At the drive-in. YES! The DRIVE IN!
We rerouted our trip East to dip down into Oklahoma because a little ap on my phone told me there was an RV park here. And that park was connected to a drive in.
Oh. So. Cool.
SO we’re sitting in our comfy chairs just outside our fifth-wheel, munching on movie-theater popcorn and drinking my home-made iced tea out of monster cups of ice I bought at the concession stand.
We’re watching a dozen kids play ball and swing and under the big screen, just waiting for dark. We’re watching a dozen or more cars trail in, then people file out, heading for the concession stand. Pizza. Hamburgers. French fries. Candy.
Oh. So. Cool.
We even have our dog at our feet. On his own big pillow. And he’s watching the kids. Smelling the air. Barking at a cat.
Oh. So. Cool.
Frankly, I don’t care that the movie’s so bad it’s painful to watch (“Pixels”) or that that “cat" smells a lot like a skunk. Arnold’s back in the next flick (“Terminator Genisys”), we get free refills on our monster tub of popcorn and we can stay until they turn the lights out because we’re already home.
Oh. So. Cool.
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