One of my very dear friends is Irish -- we were pen pals when we were twelve and it just built from there. About ten years ago she finally came to visit me here in the US -- one of the afternoons she was here, another friend and I took her through Little Italy together, and we wanted to take her to a classic New York Little Italy coffee house, with insanely rich pastries and fabulous coffee beverages and stuff like that. We decided to let her pick which one of the many coffeehouses we should go to, and did that by walking her up to each window and letting her look at the selection and waiting for her to say "here's the place." But instead, she was just so overwhelmed by everything that her face was stuck in this sort of perma-daze - she had a big grin, wide eyes, and we could tell that she was just overjoyed beyond the capacity to express thought.

I tell this story because that's kind of the look I have on my face right now.

(Yeah, I know that I also posted this verbatim over in a thread about the return of Potterdammerung. That also made me do Cliona's happy face.)