ghosts of the abyss...

I know I've been horrible about updating this with the exception of my release Tuesday blogs, but I'm going to once again try to make the time to keep it up. :)

First, I want to say a HUGE thanks to Tyleen, my Sam's Six in the City winner from last week. I joined Tyleen, her two kids, her brother and her best friend for a fantastic Saturday night! We had an amazing dinner at Sullivan Steakhouse (the sweet potatoes were to DIE for) and then we all met up at the Museum to check out the Titanic exhibit and then watched the IMAX movie, Ghosts of the Abyss.

I had such a great time. I have always been obsessed with the story of the Titanic, ever since I was a little bitty girl and this was the first time I was able to see artifacts up close. It was quite the experience for a Titanic buff like myself. I always find I get a lump in my throat when I reread the accounts of the people that didn't make it off that ship. But the story that gets to me the most? The fact that the band played until the Titanic sank. Thought there is a bit of a dispute over what the last song really was, one of the popular beliefs is they played "Nearer, My God, To Thee." It seems to make the most sense. During the movie, there was discussion about these everyday heroes that just end up being that way because of the way they reacted to the circumstance.

When tragedy strikes, what makes one person run toward it to help and the next to run away? What makes someone save themself during a crisis and someone else risk their own life to help a stranger? What makes a person who knows they are going to die, feel compelled to play music while chaos insues all around? I always like that story, though... regardless of what the last song was, those men kept playing. They knew they weren't going to make it. As musicians, their instruments meant their living to them, but in the end, their instruments were the last thing they could cling to as their lives neared the inevitable end. I get a lump in my throat every time I think about it.

So, yeah... excellent Six in the City. I forgot my camera, but Tyleen had hers and hopefully I'll be able to post a pic of the group in front of the Museum... send it Tyleen!!

The rest of my weekend was equally as great. Ever have one of those days when everything starts to feel normal again after a big shakeup? That's exactly how Sunday was for me. Hard to explain without getting too personal, but let's just say... I haven't felt this at peace in a long time about life in general. It's a good feeling.

Thanks for reading!

xoxoxo,
Sam