I usta hate getting crammed in the trunk with the other guys LOL! The good ol' days.
My boyfriend and I went to see "Psycho" at the drive-in. We were in a little convertible, and when the scary part(s) came, I jumped up so high I almost put a hole in the convertible top!
Then there was the time that Richard and I hid in the trunk while our dates drove in. (The girl I had a date with is now my wife of many years and the mother of my children.) One of them knew how to steer. The other one knew how to change gears. So they were practically sitting in each other's lap as they drove in with Richard and me in the trunk. The woman selling tickets must have known what was going on. I think the girls were giggling as they bought the tickets. I could hear the conversation from the trunk.
Richard was one of my best friends, but he was a year and a half older than me, played football, was much bigger than me. That's why it scared hell out of me when he shouted and lunged...there in the creepy, chilly night...with Donovan's Brain pulsating and about to do Nancy Reagan in...!
It's a wonder that I didn't grow up wierder than I did.
