Things that are great about renting a car for Easter weekend with your sweetie:
+ Zipping through the Bay Area suburbia of your early childhood and playing tour guide.
+ Not being reliant on public transit to get you out of family functions that are faraway from your house.
+ Realizing once you leave said family function that neither you nor your sweetheart have ever been to a drive-in movie. Looking up drive-ins in the Bay Area, just ‘cause. Going to a late-night $7 double-feature show at a drive-in in Concord, even though it’s kinda far away. Because fuck it, you are IN A CAR and you have that magical ability.
+ Also, it doesn’t matter if the first movie is TERRIBLE and you only stay for one. The point is not so much the movie. The point is the drive-in.
+ The adorable gay 17 y/o drive-in attendant with the eyebrow ring.
+ Drive-thru milkshakes.
+ Car make-outs.
All of which is to say that yeah, maybe it is time I finally learned how to drive.