so i saw U2 at the garden...

and Jen is making me post the following from my email. what a b*tch.

...ok, back to last night - the best night ever. first, road trips are fantastically fun aren't they? we arrive in the city sans delay. we find rock star parking two blocks from the garden and meet the wonderful Happy real quick like around 6pm(she had work at banana). following her departure, we look for that pub debs suggested. insert call to deb here. we finally find it exactly where it should be, but opt for the stage deli/restaurant place next to it on the corner. after pickles, coleslaw, and a v large hero we head over for Keane. keane rocks. our seats don't, but i feel like there really aren't any bad seats in the garden. it's so small. much cuter than i had imagined. we have a go at one of the guards on the floor for access to the vip inner circle on the floor. said guard will here by be called Our Tony (his real name was possibly Jose, but nevermind that, he looked like a tony). so tony says he can get us in later. RAD. we return, super stoked, to our seats and WAIT. as we wait, we enjoy the lovely wait music at the garden. everything from killers to gorillaz. ALL OF A SUDDEN, the arcade fire's 'wake up' comes on (!!!) and the house lights go down. i am going nuts b/c it's fucking arcade fire AND because the fact that U2 has selected arcade fire for their special intro. the entire stadium seems to be singing the chorus and it's magic. just magic. the lights go dark, and i go nuts. one by one, U2 enters the scene. to be honest, i don't even remember what they opened with. crazy i know, but you must remember it was like i was high. after the second song, we decide to give our tony another visit. he tells us it's early yet and recommends we return around the fifth song. after the sixth song, we give it one last go. tony says he can't get us in, but he gives us two seats in the first section to the right of the edge. we'll take it. it was amazing - U2 in life size! from then on, just madness. the madness was heightend by the drunk stoner i befriended next to me. he offerred me his extra beer and a toke - an excellent concert partner indeed. they played Miss Sarajevo! and bono sang pavoratti's italian bits! they played for something like 2.5 hrs. the stage was beautiful with these curtains of lights that splashed all kinds of wonderful things. during some song i didn't know (for shame!) bono pulls up this black chick and she is dancing ALL UP on bono. the man doesn't know what to do. it was awesome. she had some fucking balls. they played two encores which made us, including drunken stoner and the v wee fuck-off-i'm-rockin-to-U2-in-a-three-piece-suit indian guy by us, extremely happy. fyi - drunken white men dancing to white music is the most hysterical thing. oh, and larry mullen jr. (the drummer) has a mullet. fuck it, rock the mullet larry!