This weekend I decided I step out of my comfort zone. Typically, on weekends, I am too exhausted from the week & just veg out. I sleep all day, eat pizza, and try my hardest not to have to wear any pants. Nope, not this weekend (granted, I wore dresses and tights so I guess I never did wear pants..). This weekend was the weekend.
On Saturday night, I went out with a few friends for appetizers, drinks, & a show. The appetizer was flatbread pizza. The drinks were beer. Typical & unexciting. The show is what matters. The show was Justin Timberlake.
Did you read that? I said, Justin Timberlake. His concert. On Saturday night.
Now, before your eyes can't roll back any further, let me give you a brief background. When I was 12, my sister took me to see *Nsync at The Cleveland Brown's Stadium (First Energy Stadium, whatever). During the show, my sister & I managed our way down to the field from the lower bowl right up next to the stage. At this moment, *Nsync was belting out, "I Want You Back" & that's what it happened. It happened to me. Justin Timberlake was maybe 10-15 feet away from me and he pointed at me. This, for the past 14 years has been my crowning glory.
For 14 years I joked to people that Justin Timberlake KNOWS me. That he obviously would remember me. I am aware that this sounds insane.
So Saturday night, we had pretty good seats at Nationwide Arena. Lower bowl, 6th row, and a few sections back from the main stage. I didn't take any pictures or videos because my friends were & I was too busy being spastic. A few songs after the intermission (yep), the front of the stage LIFTED and then MOVED over the crowd. When the stage got to us, it stopped. At us. He was right over me. 6 feet away. I was losing my mind. I could see the bottom of the beautiful hem of his Tom Ford pants
After a few songs a performing on top of the V.I.P bar in the middle of the crowd, he got back on his floating stage. I swear, in that moment, out of all the people around me, I was the only one freaking out. That's when the impossible transpired. Justin Timberlake, in all his glory, stopped & waved at me.
He clearly remembers me.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
For those of you (which I am assuming is most of you) that don't know, I live in Columbus, Ohio. It's a great city with a lot of culture, one of the best zoos in the United States & we happen to one the seven smartest cities in the world. So, that's pretty awesome. However, I was completely certain we have the worst drivers ever.
I have only flown a handful of times & from what I have experienced, I completely prefer it to driving (mainly because there isn't anyone going slow in front of me). But, based on how expendy flying can be, I have drove to most of my destinations (or, once I got to a destination by flight, I drove from there). Nothing & nowhere compares to the drivers of this lovely city I live in.
I have to take 3 different highways to get to work, so I knew I was in for a treat. Instantly, I was in stop & go traffic. Once cars actually started moving, I realized there was literally nothing stopping them. No accident, no hidden police officer, nothing. Basically, what generally takes me 20 minutes to get to work took me 45 because there was snow of the ground. Somewhere.
Don't let me fool you, this doesn't happen JUST with snow, as many out-of-towners have asked, "why can't people in Columbus drive in the rain/nighttime/at all?" I wish I knew. Honestly, some days it takes me over an hour to get home for no real reason. So, I was certain we had the worst drivers. However, after doing some research, I have found that my city is #139 (of 194)...in the best drivers list. How we aren't the last is crazy to me & the 55 cities under us? Well, I hope them the best.
photos: here & here
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
This is my first post. Ever. There is no going back on this one. This is where I wow you with my humor, dazzle you with my charm, & lure you in with all my grandeur.
I think I already set the bar too high.
But minus all the glitter, color, & over-exuberance, I am just Sammi. I live in the suburbs of Columbus, Ohio with my boyfriend & a new bouncing baby kitten. I have best friends, but they all live in different states. I barely have a sense of style but thanks to other blogs & (shamefully & honestly) pinterest, I think I am starting to have style.
This idea of me having a blog started a few years ago. I didn't have much of a direction to go on, so I placed it on the back burner until I had the rest of my life intact. But, I recently learned that no one really ever has their life fully intact. So why not now? Why not dive? If not now, when?
So I dove & for a while I kept belly-flopping. Not on anything other than a blog name. So, I stopped worrying about it for a while & when I came up with ideas, I wrote them down. With some help with a few of my nearest & dearest, we decided this one fit best. Compulsively Yours. I could explain to you why I thought of this name, but I am sure in posts to come, you'll figure it out on your own.
But, for now, I am Sammi. It is a pleasure to finally be here.