What a Night!

So last night I went to see the Boys since they were in town.

Anticipation was high, especially as I had never, ever, been able to see them live until now. Had heard a lot on the media, of course, and from some people who had seen them on the Friday and the Saturday night...

Everything I heard, everything I was told was so, so wrong. Because...




Oh!


My!

God!



What a Night!

What a Concert!

What a Show!

It was so, oh so much better than anything I thought it would be.

The stage is amazing. Croke Park is no small stadium, but it was totally dwarfed by the Claw. And as night fell, the lights, the colours, the movements, turned it into a mesmerising experience. Some feat of engineering!

The interaction with the crowd had to be experienced. On more than one occasion 80,000 voices were leading the band as one, instead of the other way round. All the boys could do was keep playing until Bono could eventually regain control of the lyrics!


I think this is one of the best, if not the best I have been at. Good thing I had decided to take today as a day’s holiday, as I feel very hung over – and no alcohol consumed on my part yesterday... it was not needed to feel high! My head is still swimming with the music, the sounds, the sights.

I did not take many photos and only a couple of minutes of video. I was far too busy soaking up the experience, rocking like crazy, and singing my head off. But here are a very few shots - some not so great, but it was hard not to move when at maximum focus of my little camera, with so much around me!

Oh yes, and just to prove I WAS THERE...




For those of you who might be going to see them in the months to come – ain’t that right, Elbog? – Get On Your Boots. But also hold on to your hats! Because you ain’t got no idea what’s coming!

WHAT A NIGHT!

I Finally Got Them!

At long long last, after years of trying, going on line well in time, and waiting, waiting, waiting some more (I draw the line at queuing all night in the street, and paying anything else but face value), after years of hoping, wishing, and bemoaning to all and sundry that it was not fair that people get SIX of them for TWO NIGHTS in a row, and I could not even get two, just two, just this once, just for one night…. I finally got them!

What am I talking about?

Need you ask?

Tickets for a U2 concert, of course!

I have never managed to see them live… This will be all reversed next July, on Monday the 27th, in Croke Park, Dublin, where I will be screaming my head off, and rocking my socks off all night.


This might not have anything to do with my journey through Grand-Motherhood. But I just want to put it out there: I AM A GRANDMOTHER WHO ROCKS!

So there…! Now you know.


No April fool here, I did need something to celebrate today: Little Cathal has hit a little block on his road to recovery, and it’s slowing down his progression towards the hospital exit and the way home! But that is for another post.



I got tickets, I got tickets! Hooray!

All I need to do now is Get On My Boots.