Sedona Wedding - or - It's Good To Be A Dane

One of my pain-in-the-balls golf buddies got married Saturday at a pretty little meadow by the creek in Sedona.  Kris and Donna took Donna's convertible up the 17 and Larry and I rode our scooters up the long way, through Wickenburg, up the mountain through Congress and Peeples Valley, the twisties into Prescott, then up and over Mingus Mountain (7300 ft), down to Jerome and Cottonwood, then over to Sedona.

Saturday, the day of the wedding, the girls jumped on the backs of the bikes and we rode up Oak Creek Canyon to Flagstaff for lunch, then back down the Canyon, hopefully, for nappy time.

The wedding itself took all of ten minutes, presided over by the groom's son who had two days earlier been annointed a minister in some internet seminary for $39.95.  About a hundred people and about 200 bottles of wine, champagne and assorted adult beverages. I wouldn't want to be rude by not sampling a bit of each.

Things went really well and I was entertaining as all get out.  It got dark, very dark.  We went back to the parking lot to get into the car.

Now, Mercedes makes a very nice convertible, but its back seat is for really little people, especially when the top is up.  My beloved and I do not qualify.  However, she clambered in with me in hot pursuit. 

It's common knowledge that there exist in Sedona weird vortices, and permutations and ululations of gravity which can diskabibble the balance of the momentarily unobservant.  I'm convinced that that was exactly what caused the arc of my head's trajectory toward the back seat to be thrown off, ever so slightly, as I leapt toward my love.

Larry's contention that the impact caused the vehicle to momentarily rock up onto two wheels is false. The collision did, however, leave a mark - on both of us.

Now, your best friend, gentle reader, would certainly offer solace in the form of gentle words, a band-aid or an unguent of some sort.  HAH!  My friend instead demands recompense for the ever-so-hardly noticeable indentation in the frame of the convertible roof, and for the expense of having the scalp and tissue shards removed from the paint and frame of said vehicle.  I gotta start hanging with a better class of people.  If they'll have me.