We're on a Road to Nowhere

Dude, I got U2 tickets (View image). Does thou needest a road trip to partake in such musical merriment? Why yes, and the trip was on (View image)It was roughly mid terms or something like that because we had to drive to San Francisco and back in a day. So we take off hoping to meet up with Tony and Ryebread and get in line, hoping to make a good spot. We stop along the way to post signs (View image) up through the Nevada Desert. Who knows why. Come to find out that Tony was shacked up already in line the night before and was literally the second person in line. We show up with food and Trivial Pursuit and wait for the day to end so we can go into the concert. Oakland Colesium. The tour was the U2 where Bono in his moment of stupid political idealism spray painted the embarcadero center fountain. Ooh, he's such a rebel. While in line, we had the entire line playing Trivial Pursuit, shouting out question and answers to the crowd. Even the legendary concert promoter Bill Graham came by to join in the fun. Concert starts, bringing in cameras (View image) we got some good shots of the Pretenders and U2 that are saved in some scrap book somewhere. We were front row middle and were crushed mercilessly for 5 hours. Concert over, we collected some clothing shrapnel. A shoe, sweater, some t-shirts, scarves and other trinkets. What happen to them is a different story for a later time, but the story contains a large block of styrofoam, a burning toilet and the Provo River. Anyway, we drove back to Utah right after the concert which was pathetically stupid. We had to stop and bury our heads in snow a couple times to keep from passing out.

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[Porgo, Mop Boy to the Gods]

It was November, man. Snow on the pass through Nevada. Scary stuff. I actually blacked out on the way back -- not fell asleep, but blacked out. Where the gray dots fade in and fade back out, and you realize you've traveled 200 miles. I'll post pictures.

[Porgo, Mop Boy to the Gods]

We were insane. If you recall, we left Friday evening after a long day of classes and then Astrid's dance recital (around 9pm), drove all night to Sacramento where we visited with my family for a couple hours, then down to Vacaville to your house, where we went crazy with your friends and slept maybe 4 hours Saturday night, were in line all morning Sunday, all afternoon/evening at the concert itself, and then we drove straight home. Its a miracle we didn't die.