You know you're a fan when...
-You write a six page long story about your Paul McCartney concert experience, and it wasn't for school or anything. I just did it for the heck of it, so when I'm an old fart and can't remember anything, I can read it and at least always remember the concert! Extreme dork.
-On the first day of your popular music class, your teacher explains how some songs can be identified by just three notes, and he plays the first three notes of a song on the piano, asking if anyone knows the song. You then are the only one to raise your hand (when it's something you never do), and say the answer: "Yesterday!"
-Your main reason for taking the class Popular Music was because of the Beatles. Then you're extremely upset because you missed the one day of class that was about the Beatles. Figures!
-Everyone you know seems to be giving you Beatles-related stuff. The people I watched puppies for gave me an original poster actually from 1964, a Ringo card from 1964, an original Penny Lane/Strawberry Fields Forever single, and a Beatles plaque. The owner of the guitar shop I get lessons at says he has an original magazine from 1980 about John's death that he'll bring in for me. I'm just kinda known as THE Beatles fan around here.