Date Night in Montclair

Last night we went on a date. By the time the babysitter arrived, it was too late for a movie. Or was it?

We went to dinner down in the village, a not so bad Italian place. Heavy on the oil but still tasty. We had some Chianti, which made us a bit silly, or was it just the lack of sleep?

Armed with Netflix, we drove halfway back home and parked our car in a canyon parking lot, put the movie into the minivan DVD player, stumbled over the car seats to the third row and began to watch Michael Clayton.
Yes, we sat in the back of our van watching a movie on a 5 inch screen. I have to admit I worried a bit the cops (does anyone still say "cops"?) might come and check out what we were doing in that third row. How embarrassing to really be watching a movie.
Of course, the power went out after about 10 minutes. So, we saw 10 minutes of Michael Clayton and drove home.