Rocky Mountain High, meet Ceol Agus Craic!

Saturday night, Ellen joined my parents and I for dinner after Mass. The highlight of the evening had to be at the end of our meal when the table behind us decided that they would hold an eight-person sing-a-long. You come to Ireland and what would you expect to hear from spontaneous, drunken, acapella, karaoke? "Leaving On A Jet Plane," of course. And not just the chorus; they belted out all three damn verses. John. Freaking. Denver. Close runner-up: Mom telling me that I should marry Ellen when she discovered that she doesn't use any pre-made mixes when she cooks. Needless to say, I'm going ring shopping tomorrow.