The Centennial group of car dealers sponsored a night at the drive-in, and Nissan Rogue-driving Lisa was invited.

Which Is how both L’s, Mike, Karen, and I ended up watching Cool Runnings under moonlit skies in Brackley tonight.

L-the-younger, who, at 11, had never been to the drive-in before, conjured up an implausible seating solution that involved an open hatchback and a lot of pillows. But it mostly worked. We ate an ungodly amount of unhealthy food. A good time was had by all.