Ecstasy [ek-stuh-see]: rapturous delight; an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.
Ex To See [eks-to-see]: an extremely clever song written by Sam Hunt about making your ex-lover insanely jealous, while secretly describing how much he wants your ecstasy (see above).
Either way, when it comes to Sam Hunt, we long for both versions. *melting*
Honey don't you act so surprised. You know exactly what I'm 'bout to say. Sam Hunt. Irving Plaza. February 11... aka, my version of dying and going to heaven. It's like he knew what I was wishin' for, and he was wishin' for it too!
If you're a die hard SH fan (like myself), then you already knew about this very sold out show. And I guess since we can't have a house party with him, Irving Plaza will have to do. Tickets were originally $28, but here's a link to the outrageously priced resale tickets.
It took one song for this man to win my heart (and the hearts of 500 other screaming women) back at Starland Ballroom this past November. I have never seen such a beautiful straight (and smiling) face. Check out Instagram for some dreamy photos and vids (as if you needed another reason to attend).
So what are you waiting for? Go raid your closet and your top drawer. We’re going out so we can show Sam why he really does love all of these city girls ...with pretty eyes, down on the money and brokenhearted rich girls, the debutantes, the small town runaways. City girls, city girls... Just prepare for Sam to make you miss him. He is not that easy to leave.
Here's to hoping we get a little something like this on Feb 11 *says a little prayer*
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