"At 1:30 AM, exactly five hours after his bravura Super Bowl show Bono is exercising the rock star's fundamental right to be ridiculous. At a celebratory post-game dinner in the French Quarter with his band mates, the U2 management team and actress Ashley Judd (an old friend), he throws back some red wine, tells a few stories about Frank Sinatra, leaves a rambling cell-phone message for Judd's husband gently informing him that his wife has been kidnapped by a rock band, and then sneaks off to the bathroom for a cigarette. (Bono thinks the rest of U2 doesn't know he smokes; they know.) After 15 minutes, guitarist the Edge, who adopts a kind, paternalistic role toward his childhood friend and band mate, glances toward the bathroom and says nervously, "Bono's allergic to red wine." Sure enough, Bono has passed out on the bathroom floor. U2's deputy manager, Sheila Roche, is unconcerned and continues sipping her drink. "He's probably just taking a nap. He's an excellent napper," she says.
A few minutes later, Bono emerges rumpled but renewed. As he exits the restaurant and makes his way through the mob on Bourbon Street, he throws his hands in the air and screams to no one in particular, 'No, I will not do the snake dance for you!'"
Giggle fit.. Ha, those guys. :)
Kay... most people think I am absolutely nuts, but I atleast figured that half of you would relate and find it, well... amusing if nothing else.
I was shopping today with my mom, when she disappears for a few minutes into a gift shop. I am patiently waiting around when she comes out and hands me a small box. I open it up and low and behold... she bought me a miniature Joshua Tree!!! I started hysterically laughing... it is only a seedling right now, but still the cutest thing in the world.
Yes... so the U2 obsession has taken on a new form... gardening!