TV, junk foods, beer, and a movie marathon: a weekend to remember.
It started on Saturday, when a friend showed up just at the moment The Mrs. and I were stepping out to a matinee. When the friend found out, she shrieked with excitement. We rounded up Sea Monkey and all went downtown to see the X-Men movie.
Afterwords, someone suggested we go to the Y, but when we got there it was closing in 10 minutes. Oh, well. Let's take a walk on dog beach instead, it's 5 seconds away from the Y. On the way to the beach, someone mentioned the drive-in, and The Mrs. said we should choose one or the other, realistically. Just as we hit the literal fork in the road, beach to the left, drive-in to the right. We chose right! Plus we chose the magical way to get there: over the high dramatic bridge to Coronado island, then along the strip if land connecting the island to the South Bay, where the drive-in is. The strip is called the Silver Strand. It really did seem magical to drive along the Silver Strand at sunset, with the bay to our left and the ocean to our right, and end up in the little, time-warpd town on the edge of Mexico called Imperial Beach.