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I discovered that my father can sometimes be the most immature person on the face of this earth.

I made this startling revelation at about six-thirty in the morning. That unreasonable hour--especially for the summer--was the time when Dad decided to wake us up. Or, more correctly, the hour in which he chose to wake me up. His method this time was a three step approach. First (the first two steps are according to my dad, since I didn't wake up for either of them), he ripped the blankets off the bed. Apparently, I only moved onto my side, and curled up into a ball. Secondly, he called my name a few times while shaking me. He said that I ignored him and rolled onto my stomach. And thirdly, he went over to the mini fridge and got out several ice cubes from the ice bucket and proceeded to dump them down the back of my T-shirt.

I wanted to kill him.

I scrambled out of bed and started running around in circles, jumping up and down, trying to get the ice cubes out of my shirt, while yelping from the freezing sensation on my skin. It was a wonder that Sam and Oliver stayed asleep through the whole ordeal, with all of the noise that I was making. Once I retrieved the now half-melted ice cubes, I whipped them at Dad, who threw me an amused look.

"What?" he asked with a shrug. I glared at him, annoyed.

"What?" I mocked. "You wake me up at six-thirty in the morning with ice cubes?!"

"Well, I didn't know what else to do. You sleep like a friggin' rock."

"How about letting me sleep for a few more hours? Now, there's an idea!" I replied sarcastically. "What the hell is so important that I have to get up at six-thirty?" I forgot to mention that he was fully dressed already, which meant that he had probably been up since about five-thirty. (I don't understand that because that's Dad's least favorite time of the day.)

"We have to get ready to leave. Ya know, for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame." Dad stated. I was glaring daggers at him at this point.

"Dad, it doesn't open until, like, ten." I reminded him.

"I know, but it'll take everyone about two hours to get ready, then I figure it'll take us maybe an hour and a half to find somewhere to get breakfast and eat." he explained.

Okay, I admit it. I was really excited to visit the Rock Hall. But Dad? His excitement was taken to a whole other level, pretty much border lining insanity. I had never seen him so happy to be going somewhere in all my life. It was kind of scary. On the other hand, it was nice to see him looking forward to something so much.

So, I thought, what the hell? I'll humor him for once. I mean, he was the one who planned this vacation for us.

"All right. I'll just go take a shower, then." I muttered. I took a shower and got dressed and ready for the day while Dad woke up Sam and Oliver. I hoped that he didn't use the ice-cubes-down-the-shirt method with Oliver. He has very good reflexes…I was afraid he'd smack Dad in the face or something.

Dad was pretty good with his time predictions. After we all showered and everything, it was near eight-thirty. We left the hotel and drove through downtown Cleveland, where we found a restaurant that served breakfast. Once we had eaten, it was just a little bit after ten.

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum was a massive, glass and metal structure that was mostly shaped like a large pyramid. The lobby had a very high ceiling, and was decorated with signs and other huge, life-sized memorabilia.

I was surprised to find that once we arrived at the Rock Hall, it was already kind of crowded. There was a long line that we had to stand in before paying for tickets and receiving a wristband and a museum guide. (They also take a group picture of you; of course, Dad had to be a huge dork and have this goofy grin on his face and make the universal rocker symbol.) Dad made us stay in the lobby and take pictures in front of these giant guitars with the disposable camera he bought at a random drugstore. He made me take a picture with him in front of the huge guitar that had The Ramones symbol on it, as well as the lyric "Hey ho, let's go!" from their ever-popular song, "Blitzkrieg Bop".

I admit that I did enjoy taking that picture just as much as he did.

The lobby was the only place in the museum where we could take pictures, so after we finished, Dad tucked the camera away and we went to go see the exhibits. Dad was like a little kid in a candy store; it was fun for the rest of us to watch. Sam would shake his head and roll his eyes whenever me, Dad, and Oliver would get excited about seeing something. When Dad spotted something he liked, he'd drag me over to see it, and then Oliver would follow, and he'd fill us in on whatever background information that he knew of about that particular band or musician. Which was actually kind of cool…

We got to see different guitars and other instruments owned by musicians, articles of clothing, accessories, original music, videos, and all sorts of other interesting stuff. We had a lot of fun; it was well worth the long drive. The best part was seeing all of the inductees' signatures in the actual hall of fame. We walked down the dark hallway, mesmerized by the glow-in-the-dark autographs on the walls. There had to be hundreds of signatures there. Dad, Oliver, and I scanned them looking for our favorites, yelling them out to each other once we found them. Sam watched, amused, skimming through the names.

Once we saw all of the exhibits and everything, we made our way to the gift shop. There were all kinds of T-shirts, jewelry, books, games, CDs, posters, and other music-related stuff. Sam jokingly warned Dad to not go crazy and buy out the whole store.

Oliver went to look at the CDs, while I looked for some postcards to send to Missouri, Bobby, and Ellen. I also found a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame T-shirt with all of the inductees names on the back. Dad didn't go completely crazy, but he spent more money than I did. He bought a T-shirt, some kind of Led Zeppelin poster (I had no idea where he planned on putting it…), and Trivial Pursuit: Rock Edition. Which, I know, will be a lot of fun to play in the future.

Happy with our purchases, and a fun-filled day, we returned to the hotel. There, we all relaxed the rest of the night and ordered a lot of food and junk from room service. We also ordered a completely random and hilarious--yet sometimes scary--horror movie to watch. The four of us ended up falling asleep after the movie was over. I think I was the first one to drift off, since I had been woken up so damn early.

I admit it, though…we had a pretty great vacation.

Hope you enjoyed that…Next chapter: Alyx and Oliver go back to school…