Anyhow, what summer means to me is multiple things.
You're killing me Smalls!
|Fresh Lemonade making|
|And, more recently, back porch sitting|
Did you know that the state of SC has NO drive-ins? As in zero, zip, zilch, nada, none. Not a one.
In the entire state. I looked it up about 3 days after we moved down here because it was summer when I moved here, and, as I've mentioned, summer = drive-in. Period. I love the drive in. I love the sitting outside, under a blanket in the back of a truck, watching a movie. I love the falling asleep during the intermission, and waking with dew on you. I love the over-priced snacks and the extra large pops. You know, pop, as in soda pop. Because thats what we call it up North.
This absence of drive-ins saddens me, as I love just about everything else about SC (sans the palmetto bugs). The only thing I can figure, if we stay here, is that we'll have to get some decent money put together and get an outdoor projector & screen, so i can show movies outside in my backyard. You know, once I get a backyard.
What means summer to you? What is that one thing that "its not summer without/until..."?
Romanticizing outdoor movies,