On Thursday night Steve hosted us for a rousing night of extremely vengeful charades, fueled by Megan's famous Fizzy Gin Death Punch. We lost at charades, but we took home the gold medal in Death Punch consumption.
As a result, our road trip started sloooooooooooowly. We didn't get on the road until after lunch, and it was almost 9 when we rolled into Saco, Maine, our destination for the night. Why Saco, you ask? It's the home of the nation's second oldest drive-in, and we'd never been to a drive in. As a bonus, they were staging a civil war re-enactment at the local high school. Obviously the real question is, Why NOT Saco?
Anyway, as I said, we got to Saco at 9, which coincidentally is the time that all the restaurants close. We then discovered that thousands of other people had also decided to make a weekend of it in Saco, and finding a hotel room would be nearly impossible. Maggie even helped out over the phone, looking on the internet for miles around town, but everything was booked. Our spirits were low, and it appeared that our visit to Saco would be a disastrous failure. Fortunately, the drive-in cheered us up hugely, because it is awesome. You can talk as loud as you want, and they have cheese sticks and really salty chili. Mmmm. The third Bourne Identity movie confused us (Wait, who's that dude chasing him? Why is Julia Stiles so zombified?) but it didn't even matter, because the drive-in rocks so hard. I also think drive-ins might be lucky, because after the movie we stumbled upon a Best Western where someone had just cancelled a room. We were so happy we lept through the parking lot like drunken wildebeests, braying with triumph.
The next morning, we stopped by the civil war re-enactment, which was TREMENDOUS. I highly recommend attending one if you have the means. The Confederacy wasn't represented, because we were in Maine, but our boys in blue made a good go of marching around and firing their muskets more or less in unison. We even got to march with them and try on their extremely sweaty wool jackets. Then their youngest member, a teenager named Jared, gave Megan a tour of his tent and explained what a "gum blanket" is. It was a moment of pure road trip bliss. Now, onward to Islesboro!
2 comments:
Glad to see that you are really and truly on your road trip now and so successfully too. You made me hungry for chilly and war reenactments. I haven't been to a drive in in thirty years, didn't even know they still existed, but have fond memories of them. Me and my ex in the front, the kids in the back, sound asleep.I enjoy your good humor.
I wish we had drive ins.
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