Bono!

On Saturday, we went to Soldier Field to see the U2 concert. Since the blue line isn't running from our stop, we walked to Taylor and took a cab to the bottom of "Mount Roosevelt" and walked the rest of the way.

First order of business was to brave the mobs at the t-shirt stand because I MUST have at least one. The older I get, the less I like crowds.

We weren't able to get tickets together and since I'm the bigger fan, I got the best seat. I was in section 136, row 16, seat 19 (on the aisle, which was a mixed blessing). Luckily, most of the people around me were well behaved, except the Eurotrash couple right next to me. Mr. Eurotrash (with slicked back black hair and way, way too much cologne) and Ms. Eurotrash practically had sex right there in front of me, so intense were their makeout sessions (ummm... to the tune of Sunday Bloody Sunday??). When they weren't probing each other's tonsils, Ms. Eurotrash was flailing around like she had some disorder, thereby nailing me in the boob at least twice with her elbow. My hairy eyeball didn't do much, but luckily she traded seats with her love interest, so I was relieved.

John was up in the 338 section, but he said his seats were very good too. And he didn't have the racy seatmates that I had.

What can I possibly say about the concert? I screamed uncontrollably when I first laid eyes on Bono. As always, they put on a terrific show, no holds barred. Although their latest CD isn't really my favorite, the songs are much better live. I was riveted and the two hours or so passed in a heartbeat.

Finding John afterwards wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, but getting out of the stadium was as difficult as I thought it would be. The worst part of it was on the west side of the Field Museum before you went through the underpass onto the museum campus area. What a bottleneck! We had to walk the whole way to Harrison and Wabash (or thereabouts) to get a cab, so that kind of sucked.

In all, though, what an amazing night. Wow.