I need to explain the Ronan fetish. I stumbled across this blue-eyed Irish wonder YEARS ago (way before he put songs on the Knotting Hill soundtrack and all of the sudden America knew of him - he's been big in the U.K. for a long time). Actually I should say that WE found him... all of the women in my family, that is. He was on the 50th Birthday Party for Andrew Lloyd Weber on TV. So this is how it went down... lights go up on stage... enter Ronan Keating. Our living room (full of girls) goes quiet. Not one word was peeped from anyone in the room during his whole performance. The performance ends and we all look around at each other and we know we were all changed. Forever changed. I think it's the way he flirts with the camera and growls that makes our hearts go pitter patter. He makes you feel like he's singing TO YOU through the TV.
It's been years since I have even thought about him, honestly. So this year I had my sister, Amy, for Christmas and I thought it would be perfect to surprise her with his CD that he came out with this summer. I bought it, drove around with it wrapped on my front seat for about a week and then I couldn't take it anymore. I am so ashamed to say that I busted in to the stupid thing two weeks before Christmas and listened to it every day until Christmas. And to make the story of my tackiness even worse... I forgot I had gotten it for her until Christmas morning. I actually RAN OUT to my car the morning of Christmas, removed it from my CD deck, put it in a plastic baggie and taped a sticky note over the front of it to hide the name on the front of it (I had left the CD jewel case at home (does this make me a "regifter" since it was a used product?). I am pretty sure this is the lamest Christmas wrapping/gifting that I have ever done. I was sick, okay? The best part was that the week before Christmas I rolled up to my brother's house listening to the CD and as he came up to talk to me I said "Hey, guess what I am listening to... Ronan Keating's new CD!!! I bought it for Amy for Christmas". He got this sad look on his face and said "you always find everything you dork! I bought that for your birthday present". Awe! I ended up with star jewelry and a pedicure gift certificate instead, but I wish you would have given me the CD! Mine now lives at Amy's house. Someday I will own this poster and someday I will actually see him in concert... which requires at trip to Ireland. Sounds good to me!
