girls who eat spring rolls and drink coffee at the drive-in.Heaps of kiddos playing on the hill before the movie
starts, most of them already in their pajamas.
Ever one to dig joyfully into a new list, two lovely friends and I headed out in the suburbs last night for some drive in tomfoolery. We quickly discovered that a Friday night, at a drive in, in the suburbs? Showing a Pixar movie? Kidville, population: gajillion.Buuut, it was mostly adorable, watching the kiddos run around in their pajamas, making blanket nests on top of their family’s minivan, and rolling down hills. Even better was hearing them guffaw at the movie’s kid jokes and then repeat them to their parents “Haaaawwww! Mom! The big bird ate the old man’s cane and then he coughed and he threw it up and it was covered with spiiiittttt! Grosssss!”
Up is, of course, completely adorable and enjoyable, like everything Pixar does. I won’t attempt to explain the plot here as it would sound ridiculous and bizarre, but lordy, it is good. I am particularly enamoured with a certain chubby and overly enthusiastic boy scout who bears an uncanny resemblance to a former student of mine. An awesome, lovely night – highly recommended.