Sounds Seedy

Neeny's husband was hosting men's group, for real, so she drove us to a scenic location overlooking the Delaware River and parked the car where we spent the next two hours telling stories and watching night drop down

so

we opened the back of the car to the view, propped ourselves up on pillows and ate almonds. And edamame (say that three times fast...)

and

drank wine, out of real wine glasses. I'm probably wrong, but isn't it illegal to eat edamame in a parked car, in Pennsylvania? I could check with my husband (the lawyer), but the whole evening is kind of mums the word,

so

when the police officer circled around, we tucked the edamame out of sight and raised our wine glasses, Thanks officer! for keeping us safe from the strange guy in the green Chevy who wanted to chat it up with us. We gave him a stare like, do you really think we want to talk to you, buddy? He stepped away when Neeny opened the corkscrew.

(mums the word, remember?)

Perhaps the oddest sighting of our impromptu night out was when a young man, donning prayer shawl, yarmulka, and backpack came strolling into the area. Yes, the Appalachian Trail isn't too far off but

Still,

we asked ourselves in a modest motherly fashion,What is this young man doing here all alone? when, another man, American flag bandana wrapped tightly on his head, pulled up and gave us the once over.

Sounds seedy, I know, except it wasn't.