Let's just get one thing clear. Husband totally understands about this, making him all the more wonderful a man.
I love Bono. It's not a crush or an infatuation--it is a devotion borne purely out of respect and platonic admiration. Watching Bono walk out onto state last night felt like . . . like a miracle, almost. Here he was, the real thing, out where I could see him with my own two brown eyes. He who had written and sung so many anthems that stirred my sensitivities as a teenager and lifted my spirits as an adult. He was awesome--fun, lithe (I loved how he danced around and lunged forward, cradling the microphone close just like he has in all the concert footage I've seen for 25 years.), passionate and good.
And the rest of the band--it was so perfect. They were incredible and all looked so happy to be there. I saw The Edge pull off guitar riffs that still give me goose bumps. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
It was so wonderful having Husband by my side, his arm around me as I screamed my excitement at seeing all these men.
I couldn't escape the feeling that I wanted to run up and hug Bono, and it's funny because when the sister who'd been on stage put her arm around him and pulled him close, I felt like she was doing it for me. I don't ever need to meet Bono--I don't even want to, really. I'm just one of millions of fans who can appreciate a totally good thing.
BTW, sorry for the lame photos. I brought William's camera and wasn't able to use it to its full capacity, I'm sure. Can you spot the photo I lifted from KSL.com?
