Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Maybe 10 minutes away, that's all, but for some reason we'd never been to the Muskoka Drive-In until last Saturday.
I love this place, I do. It's so retro and the folks who work there are friendly. When we pull in to the admission gate, the gentleman gives us our tickets and a lollipop for Sam. The entrance looks just like I imagine a drive-in entrance should look, with a big marquee and a bunch of tacky signs advertising things like Shopsy's hot dogs. For me, hot dogs are an integral part of the drive-in experience.
I was talking to my mom the other day about going to the drive-in years ago.
"We went two or three times a week," Mom said. "There were three drive-ins close to where we lived, we could pack you kids in the backseat without worrying about a babysitter and it was cheap entertainment. At intermission we'd go and get those foot-long hot dogs."
"In the foil?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, smiling. "They were delicious."
Those hot dogs play a starring role at the Muskoka Drive-In, up on the big screen during the previews and intermission, asking patrons to make a visit to the refreshment stand for tasty treats and refreshing beverages. I don't know how old those intermission clips are but they're probably as old or older than me. Seeing them makes me feel young.
Like everything in Muskoka, the screen is built into the Canadian Shield (just like my favourite coffee place, where the order box comes out of a rock). When you're done hanging out here, you must go to the drive-in's website to see their Flintstone rendition of the screen. So cute!
Sam was adamant we should stay.
"You're sure you want to stay?" asked Dave.
"YES!" hollered Sam, who has two volumes: holler and whisper. "I WANT TO STAY!"
"You're not going to fall asleep, are you?"
"Okay," said Dave. I groaned and tried to find a comfortable spot to go back to sleep.
Ten minutes of tossing and turning later, Dave poked me and whispered, "Cath, are you asleep?"
"No," I said.
I turned around and looked in the back seat. Sam was sawing logs.
"Home, James," I said.
Falling asleep in front of a flickering screen is an oft-repeated event in our house. Just the night before I took this picture of Dave, Sam and Misty, our dog, all sleeping in front of the TV. Just looking at it makes my eyelids heavy.