In my early twenties (and I can actually say that now and be talking about something that happened at least seven years ago...freaky) I dated a really terrible guy. And when I say terrible, I mean that every single one of my friends would probably still love the opportunity to punch him in the balls. He was my first serious relationship and to my credit he wasn't terrible in the beginning. Just kind of awful. I chalk the whole thing up to inexperience and really if I'm going to be totally honest about the whole thing? I got played. And the worst part is that I ALLOWED it to happen. But I've gotten smarter and while I personally have no desire to seek restitution and punch Mr. Ex in the balls, I can see the kind of traits he had in other guys from a mile away. So I do think my time with him provided an education if nothing else. But back to him being terrible. I didn't complete Day 15 because of the time he took off for Atlantic City with his friends while I was attending a funeral for a very dear childhood friend. Or the time he left me waiting at the hospital without a ride home after having surgery. (Granted it was minor, but anesthesia was involved! Ok well it was just local anesthesia but still!). None of that irks me anymore. It's all in the past and it's fine. What DOES bother me is that I must have asked that jackass about a hundred times to take me to a drive-in movie in Warwick, New York. And he never took me! So for Day 15, I invited my friend Jackie and we drove upstate for a 10:15 PM showing of SUPER 8. The two of us were like kids in a candy store, getting excited the minute we drove through the entrance and could see the three big screens finishing up the ends of the 8:45 PM screenings. Although, remember in GREASE? Sandy and Danny at the drive-in and everyone is making out? I completely forgot all about that being a purpose and function of a drive-in movie until Jackie asked me why some cars weren't even facing the screen. A few SUVs had done so in order to open their trunks and lay down in the back with blankets and watch, but there were more than a few cars who did not have a hatchback option and were still not facing the screen. It took me almost the entire movie to realize what those people were up to. I guess I really am getting old....
I loved going to the drive-in and I looooved SUPER 8. And completing Day 15 was so worth only getting four hours of sleep before a 12 hour work day on Thursday. I'd like to thank Jackie for accompanying me to my very first drive-in movie experience and steaming up my car windows...from LAUGHING so hard! Jeez, what's wrong with you people??!
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