It was during their ZooTV tour. They were to play my town. Of course, I was going!
I had a friend who worked as a waitress in the bar/restaurant of the snazziest hotel in town (I forget the name). Well, a couple of days before the concert she calls me up and tells me U2 were staying there, and that last night they had come down for drinks... and she served them! She talked to them and Bono even kissed her hand ( My friend was way hot too). She said they'd be there tonight again and I should go to meet them.
I got REAL nervous about the whole thing. This took place, what, almost ten years ago? I was NOT the same person I am today. Back then I WORSHIPPED these guys. I'm a fan now...but I just don't live and breathe U2 like I used to. I was young, and... a total wreck.
I kinda sorta sabotaged the possibility of meeting them (crinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnge).
Instead of going to the hotel early, and just waiting, I asked my friend to page me when they were there. Then I set things up so that I would miss the page ( Never you mind where I was.... Lets just say I was quite drunk ).
She called. I didnt notice my pager go off until later, where upon I went down the highway going 90 to this hotel.
No one was there when I arrived ( the next day I learned that I had missed them by ten minutes)
Enter severe depression.
( I know, I know! I did this to myself... I never said my actions would makes sense).
The concert was the next day. My friend called to ask where the hell I had been. She said she had talked to them again and they had even invited her to party with them. She declined. She kinda freaked at that suggestion, I guess. Oh... they gave her backstage passes.
Pretty sad and pathetic, huh??
WELL, IT GETS WORSE! Read on.
I was soooooooooo upset that I vowed to have a blast at that night's concert. This other buddy and I were going... and we were going to get shit-faced first... of course.
I had never drank so much in my life. At a point... part of me, or should I say, my brain, shut down. I was later told I was chugging straight from a whiskey bottle just before going on in to the stadium.
( I was drowning my sorrows, but my sorrows learned to swim... or just black out!)
Lord... I remember (as if in slow motion)staggering into the stadium...down to the floor...losing my ticket..losing my buddy...irration illogical thoughts of where to stand ... and look..."cool"...Then ...."darkness"... U2 is onstage... darkness...
Two hours later, I "awake"/"snap out of it"/the brain kicks in again, and I find myself standing in one of the entrance tunnels of the stadium, way up high, facing the stage. Love is Blindness is being performed, then Bono says "goodnight".
I realize in my still drunken stooper that I have just missed the whole show. I can't even make out what denominations of currency I have as I try to buy a t-shirt. The vendor has to actually tell me what I have.
I exit the wrong side of the stadium, walk for about ten minutes before I realize it and I have to turn back. I finally get to my buddy's car. He is STILL there waiting for me (God bless him!). "Dude! Where were you!?"
... I was almost in tears as I slurred out the details, or lack there of.
I was in a deep depression for a couple of months after that. The shame went on for years.
I had to wait for the Pop Tour to... "make amends', shall we say? To actually SEE a U2 concert, again.
And, I did NOT drink a drop that night!
So there it is. Why have I confessed this? I'm not sure. This used to be a very real shameful moment in my life for me. Now, I'm older, wiser, sober ( three years this August!) and I can look back at this and...laugh?
ummmmmmm...I'm not laughing, but I'm not devestated by it.
Ok... here I am... "naked".
Gimme your best shots!
Or...gimme whatever you want.
Peace
------------------
I have a heart, a heart that's beating inside
When I was three I thought the world revolved around me
I was wrong
And so I sing along
And if you dance, then dance with me.
I had a friend who worked as a waitress in the bar/restaurant of the snazziest hotel in town (I forget the name). Well, a couple of days before the concert she calls me up and tells me U2 were staying there, and that last night they had come down for drinks... and she served them! She talked to them and Bono even kissed her hand ( My friend was way hot too). She said they'd be there tonight again and I should go to meet them.
I got REAL nervous about the whole thing. This took place, what, almost ten years ago? I was NOT the same person I am today. Back then I WORSHIPPED these guys. I'm a fan now...but I just don't live and breathe U2 like I used to. I was young, and... a total wreck.
I kinda sorta sabotaged the possibility of meeting them (crinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnge).
Instead of going to the hotel early, and just waiting, I asked my friend to page me when they were there. Then I set things up so that I would miss the page ( Never you mind where I was.... Lets just say I was quite drunk ).
She called. I didnt notice my pager go off until later, where upon I went down the highway going 90 to this hotel.
No one was there when I arrived ( the next day I learned that I had missed them by ten minutes)
Enter severe depression.
( I know, I know! I did this to myself... I never said my actions would makes sense).
The concert was the next day. My friend called to ask where the hell I had been. She said she had talked to them again and they had even invited her to party with them. She declined. She kinda freaked at that suggestion, I guess. Oh... they gave her backstage passes.
Pretty sad and pathetic, huh??
WELL, IT GETS WORSE! Read on.
I was soooooooooo upset that I vowed to have a blast at that night's concert. This other buddy and I were going... and we were going to get shit-faced first... of course.
I had never drank so much in my life. At a point... part of me, or should I say, my brain, shut down. I was later told I was chugging straight from a whiskey bottle just before going on in to the stadium.
( I was drowning my sorrows, but my sorrows learned to swim... or just black out!)
Lord... I remember (as if in slow motion)staggering into the stadium...down to the floor...losing my ticket..losing my buddy...irration illogical thoughts of where to stand ... and look..."cool"...Then ...."darkness"... U2 is onstage... darkness...
Two hours later, I "awake"/"snap out of it"/the brain kicks in again, and I find myself standing in one of the entrance tunnels of the stadium, way up high, facing the stage. Love is Blindness is being performed, then Bono says "goodnight".
I realize in my still drunken stooper that I have just missed the whole show. I can't even make out what denominations of currency I have as I try to buy a t-shirt. The vendor has to actually tell me what I have.
I exit the wrong side of the stadium, walk for about ten minutes before I realize it and I have to turn back. I finally get to my buddy's car. He is STILL there waiting for me (God bless him!). "Dude! Where were you!?"
... I was almost in tears as I slurred out the details, or lack there of.
I was in a deep depression for a couple of months after that. The shame went on for years.
I had to wait for the Pop Tour to... "make amends', shall we say? To actually SEE a U2 concert, again.
And, I did NOT drink a drop that night!
So there it is. Why have I confessed this? I'm not sure. This used to be a very real shameful moment in my life for me. Now, I'm older, wiser, sober ( three years this August!) and I can look back at this and...laugh?
ummmmmmm...I'm not laughing, but I'm not devestated by it.
Ok... here I am... "naked".
Gimme your best shots!
Or...gimme whatever you want.
Peace
------------------
I have a heart, a heart that's beating inside
When I was three I thought the world revolved around me
I was wrong
And so I sing along
And if you dance, then dance with me.
