But it found me. On July 5, 2011. Soldier Field, Chicago. U2. A 'space-station' stage setup known as 'The Claw', Bono, Edge, Clayton, Mullen in sonic blast, ... and a buddy I haven't seen in almost 3 years. Beautiful Day, Sunday Bloody Sunday, With or Without You...and an unscheduled encore One Tree Hill with a plea from Bono: "if we screw up real bad, please don't put it on the Internet." Screw up? What screw up??
Crossed five state-lines in 24 hours, by air and road - DC to Philli to Chicago, thru Indiana, to Detroit. A wonder we got home alive, by 4am I was hallucinating, and A was sleep-driving.
All worth it, the exhaustion, sunburn, endless airport check-in lines with all its hassles, connecting flights, navigating strange streets, getting distracted by beautiful architecture, people,...
Awesome. To still be impulsive just when you think you have become an adult, and fear that you would never again do stuff unless you storyboard it first.
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