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Some friends at work have gone to Chicago. Hmph! I WISH I could have gone!!!!! *sigh* I'm doomed....I'll never see my guys in concert.


*sips on beer in self pity*
 
Awwww SoBe :hug: I feel so bad for you! I was just thinking of you the other day&remembering how you were telling us a few month back how you had no chance of going to a concert - it sucks! Wish you could come over for London! :wink:
 
Sigh - if only we could win the lottery&get you two over here and go crazy in Dublin!! :rockon: :rockon: :rockon:

We could get B up to our rooms&snog his face off!!! :drool:
 
susanp6 said:
Sigh - if only we could win the lottery&get you two over here and go crazy in Dublin!! :rockon: :rockon: :rockon:

We could get B up to our rooms&snog his face off!!! :drool:

:rockon: :up: That would be INCREDIBLE!!!



And Go Ruff! That girl is a U2 diva!
 
daygloeyes2 said:
Someone on the setlist party thread got a text message from ruff-she's in the front row of the ellipse again! :D

Maybe she'll get a dance....
and then we can hate her forever for being held by B, hugged by B, kissed by B and dancing with B..........



and by hate you know I mean love with a hint of jealousy :wink:



How are you doing otherwise Sobe? Still getting thru? :hug:
 
:hug: I'm hangin' in there Bri...just exhausted.


I'm sitting here wishing I was with Ruff right now. How lucky! I hope she gets to dance on stage tonight!
 
Shall i let you in on something ruff told Wild&I? She said she might be able to get over to the London concert&therefore perhaps meet up with the two of us!!!!! :hyper: :rockon: :dancing:

Cool or what? :yes: Fingers crossed we 3 can have a drink&a laugh about Bono!!

Also, she invited us over to visit her in Italy!!!!! Wouldn't that be just so incredible? Doubt i'd be able to go but you never know- maybe next year we might just have a little meet up this time next year or something!! It's so beautiful over there! :love: :cute:
 
susanp6 said:
Shall i let you in on something ruff told Wild&I? She said she might be able to get over to the London concert&therefore perhaps meet up with the two of us!!!!! :hyper: :rockon: :dancing:

Cool or what? :yes: Fingers crossed we 3 can have a drink&a laugh about Bono!!

Also, she invited us over to visit her in Italy!!!!! Wouldn't that be just so incredible? Doubt i'd be able to go but you never know- maybe next year we might just have a little meet up this time next year or something!! It's so beautiful over there!

That would be so cool! I really hope you three get to meet up, what a time you gals would have! :happy:
:hug:
My fingers are crossed for ya hun. :hug:
 
Yep, Bri! Wasn't that so very sweet of her to say that to us? She is a very lovely woman! :yes: :up: :love: Go ruff - even tho i'm jealous!! :wink:
 
SoBe - The cap is on page 4 of this thread....go read&drool!!!!
 
I'm damn fast aren't i?! :flirt: Ah, it's like old times eh Bri? :sigh:

Memories! :love:
 
MBS said:
sleepingbono.jpg


Warmth. It's the first thing you register. Still not fully awake, you slowly absorb the sensations around you, and try to remember the night before. It's all a little fuzzy, perhaps you shouldn't have had those extra drinks.....You take a deep breath, the scent that fills you is unfamiliar...not unpleasent. It smells of ale, and spice, and something else that you can't quite place. It's only then that you realize that the warmth has form, weight, it's surrounding you...holding you. Still slow from sleep, you peek open an eye, and see purple...and chest...and now your wide awake as you realize that the weight you feel is an arm thrown casually round your waist..and that there is def a hand, warm, large, playing with the hem of your shirt. The room is dim, and quiet, and he's still fast asleep. His breathing the only sound you can here.You shift and he reflexively pulls you closer.
Confused and still slightly disoriented you sit up to get your bearings. Your in his room, his bed, but your still both dressed....you can't help but sit and watch him. The stubble on his cheek, his mussed up hair, the sweet expression on his face. You could just...and he'd never be the wiser. But then you remember how you got there, the night before, the laughter, the intoxication, the invitation to stay here, and the passing out. You smile, and with some (make that alot of) effort get out of bed.
Running a hand through your hair you drag yourself to the bathroom. Your head feels heavy, and you don't dare turn on the light. Stripping off your clothes, you turn on a nice warm shower and step in, closing your eyes and relaxing in the soothing heat. You sense you're being watched..you go to turn, but suddenly a presence behind you, arms around your waist, and a hot wet mouth on your neck. His hands wander over your water slikened skin. Teasingly light.. a feather touch. A bite on your shoulder, then a kiss. His lips and tongue work along your collar bone, and up your neck. You whimper quietly, and finally through your distracted haze, form a sentence " I thought you were sleeping...?"
His mouth travels to your ear, sucking on your lobe, his scruffy jaw feeling rough against your sensitive skin. He holds you close against him, and you realize he's still in his clothes. His voice is deep and rough, and he breaths into your ear " I wouldn;t miss this for the world luv..." and he gently bites your ear. Working his way back towards your shoulder, he mumbles into your skin "taste...good...want more..."...one hand continues to travel lower..teasing you..torturing you. You turn in his arms, feel his hands rest on the small of your back. You take him in, standing there in the spray and steam. Shirt plastered to his chest, and his eyes...his gaze intense. You reach up and divest him of his shirt, watch the water trickle down his chest. Give into the urge to follow the trails with your mouth and tongue, before reaching up to taste his neck. He makes a noise low in his throat, and the rest of his clothes are soon but memories.
Reaching down he captures your lips, the kiss is hard, hot, and wanting. He pushes you back, presss himself against you. One hand traveling down your side, slowling near your hip, before capturing your leg near the knee. Running a hand through his damp hair, you pull his head up and kiss him again, suck his lower lip, and he rewards you with a moan...
Standing in the spray, he runs the washcloth along your back, and you look up questioningly. He meets your gaze and gives a coy smirk.
Leaning down he whispers in your ear. "Mmm luv, anyone ever told ye you talk in your sleep?" Chuckling at your shocked expression, he kisses you again....


:drool:
Bri.. you are brilliant! After reading that I now need a cold shower!
 
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