So I guess it's time to post some pictures from our mountain trip. The weekend of Oct. 14, we went to Georgia for the weekend for the Eric Clapton concert. We rented a big house in the mountains for all of our friends to stay in before the concert and spend time together. We left on Friday for a trip that should have taken 7 hours. Naturally it took us about 11. We thought we'd never get there, and the last little road up the mountain, I was pretty certain we were all going to die.
We got there around midnight eastern time, but there was a lovely fire waiting for us, and we spent some time unwinding. The house was amazing. It was also FREEZING outside. But that didn't stop us from hopping in the jacuzzi on the deck. And we saw the sun rise Saturday morning. The views were breathtaking. We just couldn't capture them with my little digital camera.
We slept a lot Saturday, then I marinated steaks and made bread while Chris and Shane got potatoes ready so that we'd be ready to put everything on the grill and in the oven after the concert. We all got dressed and headed out for the show.
The concert was awesome. We were a little late, so we just caught part of Robert Cray's set, but he was really great. Then Eric Clapton was, of course, awesome. Derek Trucks was with him, and he was great too. Our seats were aisle seats on the floor and they were really good, except maybe for the guy next to us who appeared under the impression that he had paid for 1 and 1/2 seats, which he used throughout most of the show, no matter that Chris was underneath him. Poor Chris. And bless him for trading seats with me when he did. I no doubt would have punched the guy before it was over, I'd already given him the look a few times while he was in my lap, complete with the requisite "ahem", but he seemed wholly unmoved. He was clearly an asshole. I would have had words and we'd have been stuck there for hours in an uncomfortable situation with this greasy pretty-boy personal-bubble intruder. Chris just nudged back and tried to ignore him. It is a strange feeling dating someone who is so much better a person than you. At any rate, the wonderful concert ended, we met up with friends outside, then drove back to the house. We had a kick-ass dinner of steak, roasted garlic and rosemary potatoes and onions and toasted bread with a compound butter and bleu cheese sprinkles, a recipe my friend Scottie taught me. It was all so yummy, we ate at like 2 in the morning. But it was awesome. Here are some pictures from our great adventure
The living room. 
The hot tub.
The fire pit.
Mountains....
What? Shane blurry? I think you've probably had just about enough to drink.
Shane again. What do you mean he's blurry? Look, I think you might have a serious problem. Stop blaming the photographer, and get yourself some help. I mean, sure it's five o'clock somewhere...but...hey, wait. It's after five here! I gotta go.
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