Vacation for the wife and I started dark and early on July 4th. ... 2:45 a.m. to be exact ... which isn't a horrible hour if you're slinging records as a nighttime disc jockey, but it's pretty horrible when you lay in bed until 11 p.m. or so and eventually drift off into a half sleep/half awake stupor. Then the alarm rings at such an ungodly hour and you feel like you want to merc someone.
I'm a pretty psychotic, nervous traveller, so the wife and I got to the airport around 4:30 for our 6:45 flight. After parking in P7 at Newark Airport, we proceeded to hop onto a bus to the Terminal and found ourselves on the set for Speed 3 - sans Sandra Bullock. You wouldn't think there wouldn't be too many people at the airport at 4:30 a.m., but there was and everyone was on our bus. And our bus driver refused to stop opening the door to more and more people. Soon, the bus was packed to the brim. I only partially remember it because I was still in a comatose state.
As we travelled to the airport, my wife noticed a strange smell on board. Some might say it smelled like the tires were about to catch on fire. Others might say we were in dire need of Keanu.
To put it simply, I'm not sure the brakes on our bus worked at all, because as we approached intersections, the bus driver laid on the horn like there was no tomorrow. To quote Kramer: "The bus was OUT OF CONTROL!"
At one point a guy standing next to us on the bus said out loud: "This is like some Speed shit up in here." Somehow, we managed to make it to our terminal. The flight went fine and we got to Phoenix at 9 a.m. in the morning when it was already 98 degrees on its way to a historic day high of 116 degrees.
We left Phoenix - which we discovered later in our trip sucked balls -- promptly and made our way for our first stop in Sedona. On the way, we saw nothing except open fields and cacti. It's pretty amazing when you see nothing on our trip. You could say that both my wife and I were shell shocked by the emptyness of it all. On the way to Sedona, we visited Tuzigoot National Monument and Montezuma's Castle - both of which were interesting because of our love for history and for the exciting opportunity to get the plague from the local squirrels.
When we finally arrived in Sedona our breath was completely taken away by the sight of the Red Rocks. We checked into our hotel and were greeted by an amazing view from our 5th floor hotel room. We had a lazy afternoon at the hotel enjoying the views and then ate at a local favorite - The Cowboy Club - where I enjoyed a buffalo filet mignon for the first time and a $120 bill.
I'll leave you with a photo of the view from our hotel room. These are four real pictures that I took and my wife stitched together. Yes, all of the red rocks in Sedona look like they are fake. Stay tuned for tomorrow's Day 2 blog on Rocky Roads and The Fake Peaks of Sedona. The wife has assured me that she may pop in for a guest blog or two, so stay tuned for that as well. ...
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