The Partner in Crime and I accompanied our wicked cool neighbors to Blue Ridge Music Center last night -- ostensibly for some bluegrass. What we were treated to was a mixture of bluegrass and blues... which made it fun. I've never tested my tolerance for indigenous music before so I was a little worried. But I needn't have been. It was fun. The performers were talented, the weather was beautiful (hot here in town -- at least 15 degrees cooler in the mountains) and I laid on the grass and stared at the clouds while listening to music, eating a picnic, and drinking wine.
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