Less hungover than Friday

...but more hungover than either Saturday or Sunday. I wasted two perfectly good non-work-nights being sober, and then went and wrecked another school night with drink. You see, chirren, I went to see U2 at the TD-Bank-North-Boston-Garden-Fleet-Center-Auditorium-Thingy last night. And, well, you can't go and see U2 without a brace of beers under the belt and then a nightcap of Guinness to round things out. Can you? No, you cannot. Indeed.

What am I forgetting? What's that? Oh, the show? It was good!

That fella from Bush who married Gwen Stefani opened up. Remember him? He's got a new band, evidently, though I don't really know much about Bush, or this new thing... Isn't it sad, though, that he's going to go down in rock history as "that fella that married Gwen, can't quite remember his name?" I suspect this could end up one of those "A Star is Born" scenarios. Rock star marries up and coming female star, and soon her career eclipses his. Then he drinks himself silly and drowns himself.

How very uncharitable of me. I would probably like his stuff, if I'd give it a listen. He did sound pretty good last night, though to be honest I was in a beer line for a good 30 minutes during his set.

EDIT: I just re-read this and thought, "fuck me, justbreathe28's right, I didn't say enough about U2, makes it sound like I wasn't impressed or something...better correct that now." Hence, this: U2 is fucking fantastic, amazing show, all I expected, full of energy, fun, the obligatory social conscience, and 'message,' yadda yadda yadda...but that goes without saying. Also, so far this year, they've done about a million shows in Boston, so by the time they're done, EVERYONE in the Boston area will have seen the show, it'll be reviewed about eleventy billion times, and I won't really have added anything to the literature on the subject. Over and fucking out, ya cunts.