I've wanted to add a blog to my website for a long time, nothing fancy, just a place to post pretty much anything I felt like, whether it was about the process of writing, animals I've met, adventures, the holidays, living in the mountains...just anything.

And now here it is, along with my revised website.

Yup, I'm a happy girl.

So, the photos are new -- I have a thing about updating them with the changing seasons, which, if you've been here before, you might have already noticed -- and so I figure I'll start it up with the last concert we went to this month, back on lucky Friday the 13th.
 
(Now, I have pretty varied taste in music, but this was my first time at a southern rock concert, and I can't believe it took me this long to get here. Sometimes I am SO SLOW.)

Anyway, we went to see my boyfriend's alltime favorite band The Outlaws (There Goes Another Love Song, Green Grass and High Tides, etc.) up at Proctor's Mainstage in Schenectady, NY.

 
Henry Paul (also of Blackhawk) and Monte Yoho, the two original band members, are now joined by Billy Crain, Randy Threet, Chris Anderson and Jon Coleman. This was my first time seeing The Outlaws and they put on, without a doubt, the most high energy, kick-butt concert I've ever seen. They were fabulous.

Even better than that, though, were the backstage passes Henry Paul was gracious enough to provide us with, and so we pounced on the many opportunities we had that day to talk with the guys in the band, both before the show and then again afterwards. (Plus, I had on a new, black velvet maxi-coat that I just LOVE and feel really good in, so I was definitely revved, too.)

 
Never have I met a nicer group of guys. Funny, smart, and charming they posed for legions of pictures, signed memoribilia and conversed with kindness, high-spirits and good humor. 
 

Plus, we had fifth row seats for the concert, which was a blast.   
The band was stellar, Proctor's was a lovely old historical theater, there are hotels both next door and right across the street, and several nice restaurants and bars to hang out in. (One that served cups of coffee almost as big as mixing bowls. Ahhh...delicious.) 

So, a deep, deep curtsy goes out to Henry Paul and the rest of The Outlaws, who gave us a concert and a time we will never forget. We'll see you again, I'm sure.