Sometimes, when I'm working late and subsequently spending most of my nights and weekends vegetating on the couch, I wonder why I moved to New York. Couldn't I nap just as successfully in head to toe flannel on a much cheaper couch, in a MUCH cheaper apartment in Texas? Probably, but this one moment was worth a thousand naps. After a year in NYC, I finally met my first celebrity. And it was Josh freakin Groban. OMG. You can pretend you don't love him. But the man has the voice of a million angels. And he was singing at Bloomingdales. For free. It was all sorts of magical. Without further ado, Mr. Josh Groban!
Also, he touched my hand and it was just like cuddling a thousand kittens. That is all.
PS - This was quite literally my first ever foray into DSLR photography. I think the pictures actually turned out amazing, considering I only learned what aperture is 2 days ago.
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