I just love drive-ins so, so much. I used to go when I was younger, and it's just as summery and as wonderful as I remember. When the weather is finally warm enough to spend the night outside, something sort of happens... like squishing in the back of a truck bed is actually fun again, and sharing In & Out french fries and spilling cokes sort of feels... happy? I don't know how to explain it. What I do know is that my endorphins go through the roof when the temperature hits 75 and I'm finally outside.
So we took the yellow truck out for a ride and watched Tom Cruise on the big screen. Plus a major bonus of the night was that I was with a group of people who liked One Direction almost as much as I do (they'll deny it) but if you're singing about what makes you beautiful and you know every single word... then we just all need to admit it: they're great.