In case you are wondering, U2 was in God's country Saturday and it was worth half my house payment for me and Christian to go. Hmmm. Now maybe you think I live in really nice house. Excellent. U2 doesn't disappoint*, even though Bono's pants do. He is a handsome man and no one cares that he is thick and short. But there are options for shorter, thicker people (believe me, I know) that flatter and create a more modern silhouette. Here are some of them: a dressier plain-front trouser for Bono, a cargo pant for Bono, a BLUE jean for Bono that doesn't taper at the calf, anything that does NOT look like leggings at the end of the night.
Christian and I went to the concert with my sister Carly. On the ride up we had an intellectual conversation about capital punishment which led (as it always does) to a discussion of U2's No Exit and the question of what Bono would wear. During the concert Christian busied himself filming (with his phone) people in the audience who danced funny while Carly and I figured out what some of our favorite U2 songs are about. Here are some of the people we think Bono is singing about: Winona Ryder, Jesus, and Yahweh.
There were many highlights and only one low-light. One of these highlights was when Bono pretended to take his heart out and throw it to me. I pretended to catch it. And then I threw my heart back. Not everyone interpreted this interaction the same way but whatever. Bono acted out a short Abu Ghraib play on the stage. This was the low-light that I mentioned before. I don't like how it made me feel. I like how I felt when Bono raced the Edge around the stage super fast. That made me feel invincible. Most of the time I worry that Bono will trip--but not then!
But here is what I really need to tell you. During the performance Bono pulled two women and a child on stage at various times during the performance. This doesn't really enhance the concert for me as it only makes me jealous or distract me from the matter at hand (getting my groove on). At any rate, after the concert I went to my mom's family Christmas party where my generous and cool cousin from Las Vegas had drawn my name for the gift exchange. I had drawn my cousin Rhonda's name and I got her a Whitman's Sampler from Albertson's for 8.99 (just to put this in perspective). My present was a DVD. "It's the concert you went to last night!" Indeed, my cousin had given me the DVD of the Chicago show of the U2 tour. Awesome.
Get this: I eagerly watched it that night. The time came for Bono to spontaneously pull a lady out of the crowd. And so he did. And it is the same lady he pulled out of the crowd in Salt Lake City! I suh-wear. So what is the deal with that? You tell me.
*With the exception of Zooropa