Well, I suppose it would make sense for me to make an appearance in this thread! LOL!
This reminds me of our first Orgasmatron meeting. I expect to see all of you at the next one!
OK. To make a long story long, the history of my oddysey of Edge adoration:
It's the summer of 1987. I see the ISHFWIL vid at tender age of 16, as the song is going to #1. Had just discovered the world of popular music beyond the Beatles. Wondered who this band was, why that guitarist is rolling his eyes, why that singer keeps gesticulating and kissing everyone and most of all WHY THEY PLAY THIS VID OVER AND OVER!
A month or so later, I catch the Streets vid. I am instantly BLOWN AWAY, especially by the slithering, bopping, twiching, hopping, sizzling Edge in those jeans and sunglasses. I realize I MUST see the sold out tour.
I buy ticket for JT tour from scalper for $65, a King's ransom in those days, esp for the back of a stadium. It was worth every penny. I fall in love with the Edge beyond belief, get convinced that he is single (bc none of my friends like him) and plan my ambush.
Discover 2 weeks later he is married and cry for 2 days straight in my room. Life is ruined.
I recover slowly but surely, and the Edge adoration escalates. If you can believe it, I love him more than ever. I always will, despite being mature, sane and married to the OTHER Mr. Edge (his Bday is 2 days after Edge's too!), who was set up w. me in 1990.
Clarity, I had no IDEA that's what Bono said in the hill sliding thing! Now I get it!
My close Edge encounters include:
Edge looks into my eyes and smiles gently at me at Popmart in London, just before signing my ticket. I am speechless. I walk away and burst into tears.
Edge shakes my hand in Toronto on this tour. I am speechless again.
I create a sign that says "No offence Bono, but I want to dance with The Edge" in Montreal. Bono reads it, laughes and gets the Edge from the other side of the ramp and makes him read it. Edge grins at me. This is the highlight of my elevation experience.
Well that's me in a nutshell, hope I haven't bored you all to tears. This is what happens when you get one of us oldsters to tell you a story