Originally posted by Discoteque:
Glad I'm not alone on this.
But it's now after 4 AM and I'm still here! GAAAHHH!!!
And so to bed!
Well, it really doesn't help much when you're a teacher and you have progress reports due the next day and you still haven't imputed grades into the gradebook.
See, my obsession started out a bit slow... I started liking U2 in high school (as evidenced by the journal I kept that had all the popular 80's music bands on the cover - U2 being one of them) but never had the opportunity to see them in concert. 1992 rolled around and I *MISSED* them at Dodger's Stadium in California. I was so bummed. I couldn't go because I had no way of getting there and wasn't about to take the bus.
I found out later that one of my best childhood friends went with his buddies. No fair. He at least brought me back one of the KROQ U2 stickers. I still have that somewhere.
Fast forward a couple of years... before Pop came out, I was more and more a U2 fan. Loved all their music and had all their CDs. It got worse and worse as 1997 approached and their new album came out. I told myself back in 1992 that no matter what, I would pay whatever means possible to see U2 up close. I ended up scoring a pair of floor tickets for the San Diego Popmart show. I had a blast, as it was my FIRST concert ever. I took three days off of work and made it a mini-vacation. I was properly satisfied and thought that I didn't have to go see them again in Los Angeles in June (I didn't like crowds anyway). Well, whaddaya know... a girl I worked with offered me two tickets for the Los Angeles Popmart show and I couldn't resist. So, I went again. And was properly entertained. Boy, I thought it was even more exciting than San Diego, but still couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of all the people standing down there on the field.
Flash forward to the Elevation era. I tried and tried to get good tickets for the first leg of the show. Didn't happen. I ended up with nose-bleed seats for April 24, 2001. Still, I enjoyed myself. Then, it happened. This is where the obsession *really* begins. See, I had already been somewhat obsessed from before because I changed my license plate to read U2 ROKS and had a cool U2 sticker on the back window of my truck. All my friends knew I was very into U2, and just left me alone.
Still, it happened.
What happened, you ask?
I met Larry.
It all happened rather innocently. I had gone to the local Denny's after the show and was bouncing off the walls from the show I had just witnessed from the nose-bleeds. Even though they looked like ants performing on the stage, I still had a blast. After the Denny's run, we all went our separate ways. However, as I was waiting to get on the freeway, a little voice inside my head started telling me, "hey, remember that post you read on U2-list that if you ever want to meet the band, wait around at the back of the arena?" *Yes,* I said to myself. I didn't need any further prompting. I drove around the corner of the arena and parked my U2-mobile... fashionably parked at an angle where everybody could see my ultra-cool plate.
I saw a group of people waiting around, and one girl told me I had just missed Adam. Bummer. I really wanted to meet Bono and Edge, especially Edge. I was an Edge Girl, after all. Oh, and I thought Bono was incredibly hot, too. I stood around and waited... and two towncars pulled out. Bono was in one (looking very tired and sad) and Edge was in the other (couldn't see him). Suddenly, another towncar pulls out and stops. OHMYGAWD... my heart is racing. Larry steps out and walks over to the little group waiting for him. He proceeded to sign all of our stuff and be his dry-witted self when the drunk guy next to me started singing off-key "One Tree Hill" - Larry tried to tell him to not quit his day job, but the joke was lost on the drunkard. Mr. Drunk Man tried to give Larry an "I Love You, Man" hug, but Larry put his hand out to stop him (like a stop-sign) and said, "No I'm through with you." Mr. Drunk Man staggered away.
See, I was in awe of the fact that I was standing next to someone who was so, so, OHMYGOODNESS, yummy. I couldn't believe that he signed my program. I looked at it, dumbfounded, then stood back in line for him to sign my shirt. He even took a picture with me. Wow. wow. wow.
Then, the obsession started. The very next day at work, my students were looking at me with a bit of trepidation because I was leaning against the wall, grinning like an idiot for no apparent reason. Problem was, they wouldn't understand why I was grinning like an idiot. Nobody would understand. Not even my boyfriend. My best friend, maybe, but nobody else.
Then, Disco happened. She kept telling me all these goofy stories about this place called PLEBA. She forwarded posts to me and I couldn't help but want to join. She even forwarded some pictures of Larry for me. See, my obsession with Larry was getting worse. I finally joined PLEBA in October, and I swear, my U2 life has taken on a new meaning.
Because of Disco, I was able to experience my very first "Inside the heart" in Vegas. Then, she came with me to see the boys the very next day in LA. Obsession is a strange thing, is it not? Because of my Disco friend, I have been more blessed with U2-ness than ever in my life. Even the floor ticket I had at San Diego Popmart pales in comparison to the joy I experienced in Vegas and LA. Then again, Popmart was its own show and I enjoyed myself immensely. It's just I can barely put into words what I felt standing in the heart, second row from the rail, staring at Larry playing his drums, and staring at Adam looking so cool playing his bass. Wow. I am forever changed. Somehow I started to drool and wished Larry could play *me*.
OHMYLORD, did I just say that?
*is scandalized*
I have more pictures on my harddrive of U2 than I care to admit. I don't even think my boyfriend knows just how many pictures I have. And, of Larry! OHMYLORD! Holy SHITE! He is just, RAWR.
OK. off I go to breakfast.
Moonie
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If you ask me, I think it's all about drums.
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Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show no one else going to know
I'm wanting
(If You Wear That Velvet Dress)
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Hit Gurl
