Cinespia Screening: Grease

It's official: I am in love with watching movies in the cemetery.



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Not that my love is anything unique; it's hard not to be enamored with sitting in a sea of blankets, food, and happy people.



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This time around, it helped that Grease is easily one of my favorite childhood movies. For years (no, for real, like twenty years - it only ended once we all graduated and move to different parts of the country, and even now it hasn't truly ended, because all of our parents are still doing it), we had a summer tradition of driving up to Duluth, Minnesota to stay with our friends for the weekend and go to the Bayfront Blues Festival. The events and activities surrounding that tradition shifted throughout the years as the kids in the group grew up, but there was one pretty steady constant, no matter what stage of life we were at, and that was Grease (and Annie...can't forget Annie).



I appreciate everything about this movie, from the corny jokes to the obnoxious acting to the stuck-in-your-head-for-days music. It's funny, and it's romantic. And regardless of who you are or how much you like or dislike this movie, you know the music. You can't help it. It's in your blood.




(Side note: Are you aware that Grease is a chick flick? If so, kudos to you, because I was clueless to that fact until we were discussing buying tickets for this screening, and Toby made the bold admission that he has never seen the entire thing all the way through (which he later upheld on Sunday by falling asleep with his head in my lap fifteen minutes after it had started). Other boys confirmed that they felt no special attachment to the movie either, and that they thought it was kind of boring. Okay, dudes. Whatever. Tell that to my brother, my father, my friend's father, my other friend's father, and my friend's brother. Because they all love it.)

...Right, guys? I feel like I've been living a lie. Males, redeem yourselves.




I mean, look at that. If that's not manly, I don't know what is.

Also, I totally have a new appreciation for deep dimples and butt chins. John Travolta, I don't care what they're saying about you in the news, you were a HUNKA.

Anyway, I (majorly) digress. The night was, once again, a blast. Good friends, tasty cheese (I could have been alone in the middle of a giant field with that cheese and the night would have been a success in my book), and mini bottles of wine (I might have indulged a little too hard in the latter, but come on, it's hard not to be distracted with tight pants and hip swiveling happening on the screen in front of me. I can only focus on so many things at once).



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These, ladies and gents,  are some of the boys making back-asswards claims about the supposed un-likeability of Grease. I rest my case. 
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Courtesy of the lovely Sarah
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Can you spot the Hollywood sign?
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My love for SoCal is burning bright. Can't wait for next time!

Happy Thursday, friends.



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