The Drive-in

I went to the drive-in at the Docks on Saturday night. I can't believe what a hot-spot it is. The place was absolutely packed! Birthday parties in BMWs, couples necking in convertibles, boys drinking beer in beaters. We came prepared. We backed our SUV into the perfect spot, put down the seats, lined the back with blankets, and opened up the trunk. We're brilliant, we thought. So were about 50 others.

The movie was corny and predictable. The Longest Yard. Adam Sandler, ex-pro football player, goes to jail and starts a team. The players beat the guards. The end. Haven't seen the original but it couldn't be much worse. But it didn't matter. We had such a good time. Why watching a movie in the back of a car is so much more fun than on a couch at home I'll never know. But I can assure you it is.

The last time we went to a drive-in was in high school with our old friends, and new couple, Dalia and Josh. Now Dalia is married to Shlomie and Josh is married to Yael. In fact, in my eight-year relationship with Dov I've seen friends hooking up, breaking up, getting engaged, getting married, getting divorced. I'm only 25 and I've seen it over and over again. You don't know how much pressure I get at those things. At every engagement party (went to three last week), every bridal shower (two last month), every wedding (four this summer), all I hear is one squeaky, annoying voice after another. "Soooo...when's YOUR big day?" I smile sweetly and back away.