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Yes, it's all true, right down to the morning activity.

Truth be told, my boyfriend and I have never read a Cecelia Ahern novel, so maybe we're wrong and they're really good. It's just that the descriptions of her novels aren't very encouraging. (You can see for yourself at www.ceceliaahern.ie/books/, if you're so inclined.)

Anyway, I think I'll be chronicling some of my adventures in Ireland here, as well as on my LiveJournal and my Flickr account. Though I can't imagine that there will be any great amount of interest in my vacation, it should be a fun way for me and my friends to remember some good times. Stay tuned and all that.

This did indeed happen. My boyfriend gravitates toward punk and indie. I was raised on classic rock and got into metal in college. Oddly enough, we bonded over a band called The Darkness and rocked the hell out at a Wolfmother concert together. Anyway, he decided that he was going to impress me by playing "Jessica" by The Allman Brothers.

I should have warned him. I really should have. I'm a bad girlfriend. ;)

The setting for the first and second panels is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum, where I do volunteer work. They really have rearranged one of the main display areas, and it looks fantastic. If you get a chance to check it out, I'd highly recommend going. And it's the only museum I know of where you're encouraged to sing, dance and bang your head. But you're still not allowed to touch anything.

Hey, they can't all be funny.

I suppose these will pop up every once in a while - little tangents that are a bit more serious than the rest. I blog about it all the time, but tonight, I just wanted to do something a little different. Just a little inspiration to keep me going.

We'll be back to the regularly scheduled weirdness tomorrow.

I've already had to deal with the, "So you have met in person, right?" question. I'm just waiting for this to be the next conversation I have with someone when I reveal my boyfriend's nationality.

This sort of thing is sort of an inside joke between the two of us.