Well, I've kind of gone off Bono now. We had a bit of a tiff before the concert...he wanted to wear this black t-shirt on stage and I said it made him look a bit porky and he got all upset and then towards the end of the show he wore it anyway which obviously was just to annoy me and then he didn't even play With or Without You so I just left without even saying good bye and he's totally cut off. However, the Edge (who I call Touqey) was mighty hot the whole time and much less of a drama queen so I'm thinking that I may have to have an Edge licking day instead. Or the other old guy. He's surprisingly hot. As is the drummer once you get past the bad hair thing. Do they have names? Does it really matter? I'll just make up my own names for them anyway so I guess it doesn't.
On a side note, the concert was great. The stage was great, the sound was great, the really sad aging hipster sitting in front of us and hitting on every girl in sight was great and the woman behind us who screamed very loudly every 2 frickin' seconds was less great at the time but is morphing into great as time heals the wounds her horrible voice and wrinkly old midriff caused me at the time. Dirty cougars. Screaming at my boyfriend. Like he even cares. I took lots of pictures with my lovely camera that the oh-so-thorough security people failed to intercept despite actually grabbing the camera itself through my bag. Crazy. But good crazy. Of course I have a sneaking suspicion that they'll all be quite fuzzy and anticlimactic but whatever. They'll provide me with many hours of screen licking enjoyment nonetheless. Woo hoo! Screen licking!
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