I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight

Last Tuesday I was GIDDY. Seriously--I could not stop smiling. Why, you ask? Because of a certain concert that I had been waiting for for well over a year.

This picture is terrible, but it was my ticket, and I couldn't get the darn camera to focus.  I was too excited to get out the door.  Yes, it is dated June 3, 2010, but my friend Bono decided to injure himself last year and postpone the entire North American leg of the tour.  Very sad, but . . . time passed and the day finally came.  So on Tuesday, I went to work and came home as per usual.  Thankfully, Allen took the night off of work so I wouldn't have to worry about the boy.  I did my hair, although it was already falling flat before I even left the house, changed into my special shirt (which no one appreciated) and left.  I decided to take the public transportation route, which may or may not have been very smart; I didn't think so at the time, but had I tried to fight parking and driving home, I would probably think differently.  Anyway, after procuring some Diet Coke, I drove to the 3300 South Trax Station and parked there.

I took a train to the downtown transfer station, which was packed.  I waited there for about 20 minutes, and after one train came by with zero room to stuff another person in, I hopped back on the train going the opposite direction.  I went one stop to wait there, and I actually got a seat on the next train going to the University.  It still took a good 30 minutes for the train to get from downtown to the University, so I arrived at about 7pm. 

Gallivan Center Transfer Station Downtown

Packed Like Sardines on Trax

So once I arrived at Rice-Eccles Stadium (a venue which probably hasn't been this busy since the Olympics in 2002), I threw away my perfectly good Diet Coke (only to purchase one smaller at twice the price 100 feet away . . . grrrrrr) and got lucky that the bag checker was an older lady who decided that my camera was okay to go in.  I was so glad. 

Rice-Eccles Stadium at the University of Utah

I texted my friend Allison a few times while there, but it was hard to send and receive messages.  She had come with her family, all in the General Admission section.  She may have been crazy, but her teenage boys love U2 as much as she does, and I have to respect that.  I'm trying to raise up Benji like that too . . . hey--it worked for me and Air Supply, right?

Anyway, The Fray (opening act) came out and played a few songs.  They sounded pretty good, and I was impressed at the piano playing.  I don't know a lot of Fray songs, but I was able to sing along to a few of them.  I actually own one of their albums, but I haven't ever listened to it all the way through.  Sad, I know. 

Isaac Slade, lead singer of The Fray

I ate an overpriced bbq sandwich and Coke ($10), and overpriced t-shirt ($40), and marveled at the structure/space station.  I had seen pictures of it, but it was MASSIVE.  It took up a full 1/3 of the football field, and it stands over 100 ft high.  At the center is a network of retractable screens.  It's absolutely ingenious--allowing everyone a good view of the stage. 

So after The Fray did their thing, the video screen started scrolling some facts and figures, including the current time in a lot of different cities ("What time is it in the world?").  That went on for probably an hour.   My seat was in the middle of the row, and two guys on the left of me were just talking about the numbers and the logistics of the screens and lights, etc.  Whatever.  At this point, I was kinda sad to not have anyone to talk to.  They guys on the left were engrossed in their guy-talk, and my phone wasn't receiving or sending messages very well.  Yeah, yeah.  Poor me.  BTW, it estimated the current occupancy of the stadium as 46, 490.  Insanity.

There were two seats vacant to my right, but just a few minutes before the boys came on, two very well-groomed men with styled hair and some fashion sense came and sat in them.  I thought it was pretty funny to be wedged between two regular guys in baseball caps and two gay guys in tailored shirts.  Either way, I was just hanging out.  Eventually one of the gay guys started talking to me, and that was fun.  He has seen U2 many times, and he even got to touch Bono's boot once (a "religious experience").  Good times, and super nice guys.

Well, Bono and the boys came onstage at about 9pm.  I was screaming and jumping up and down.  The closest I have ever been to being that excited about anything was when I received my mission call back in 2000, but there wasn't any jumping then.  I was like a little kid on Christmas, or like an 11-year-old girl meeting the Jonas Brothers.  Giddy.

The Edge on the Big Screen

Dusk fell fairly quickly, so I had to keep adjusting my camera settings, trying to get good pictures.  I took more than 500--I just couldn't stop.

 

It was so cool how the color schemes kept changing.

I love the effects of the smoke machines and spotlights.

Even now, looking at the pictures, I can't believe I was there.  "I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me."  Anyway, this is the set list (the songs they played in the concert, with links to the lyrics on U2.com).  The song choices were absolutely fantastic. 

Even Better Than The Real Thing
I Will Follow
Get On Your Boots
Magnificent
Mysterious Ways
Elevation
Until The End Of The World
All I Want Is You
Stay (Faraway, So Close!)
Beautiful Day
Pride (In The Name Of Love)
Miss Sarajevo
Zooropa
City Of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
I'll Go Crazy / Discotheque
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Scarlet
Walk On

Encore

One
Where The Streets Have No Name

Encore 2

Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
With Or Without You
Moment Of Surrender

I was blown away that they played "All I Want Is You" and "Stay (Faraway, So Close!)"--my #2 and #1 all-time favorite songs (respectively).  Of course they played "One" later in the show, but that was expected.  "Stay" was actually just Bono and the Edge with a guitar.  Incredible.  I recorded some of it on a video.  It didn't turn out very well, and at the end, you can totally hear me singing.  Ugh.  But of the other videos I got this audio was the best.  The rest were too darn loud (name that movie!).

More pictures:

City of Blinding Lights, with the screen fully extended

Bono being dramatic during "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me"

I got quite a few close-ups of Adam, but not many of the others.  This is the best I've got.

Adam, rocking the bass

Bono, working the crowd

The Edge making The Rounds

Larry, Going Crazy on the Bongos

There's so much more, but I have got to sleep.  Here's the link to/slideshow of my Picasa album.  Enjoy.




Anyway, it was so brilliant.  They played until about 11:15 p.m.,  then it took me about an hour to get home.  What an amazing night.  I wish I had had someone to share it with, and a way to relive it over and over again . . . I guess that's why I'm up so late writing this blog.  Must.  Sleep.

Ain't Love the Sweetest Thing?

10 days.  It has been a long wait . . . well over a year with Bono's back injury.  For a while, I thought I had wasted a lot of money, but they rescheduled, and now it's only 10 days away.  I'm so excited.

I have my ticket.  Yes, ticket (singular).  When I purchased said ticket, I wanted the best seat available.    And it cost a pretty penny, so I only got one.  Yeah, that makes me a nerd. 

In celebration of 10 short days, I decided to do a top-10 list of my favorite U2 songs, and some of the best lines from them.  It's hard to narrow it down because they have so many good ones.

10.  Running To Stand Still, from "The Joshua Tree."
"Sweet the sin, bitter the taste in my mouth.
I see seven towers, but I only see one way out.
You gotta cry without weeping, talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice."

9.   If God Will Send His Angels, from "Pop."
"Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth.
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south."

8.  With Or Without You, from "The Joshua Tree."  Actually, the version on "Rattle and Hum" is my favorite.  Bono added another verse that I just love.
"We'll shine like stars in the summer night,
We'll shine like stars in the winter light,
One heart, one hope, one love."

7.  So Cruel, from "Achtung, Baby."  I recently rediscovered this song.  I love it.
"Her heart is racing you can't keep up.
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust we are trampled underfoot."

6.  Lemon, from "Zooropa." It took a while for this song to grow on me, but now it's just cool.
"A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on.
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind."

5.  Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of, from "All That You Can't Leave Behind."  This song will always remind me of Europe; the first time I heard it, I was in a grocery store in Belgium.  It took me a minute, but once I realized it was my favorite band, I danced around in the aisle just listening to it.  I fell in love with that song there and then, even if my mission companion was totally embarrassed by me.
"I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep...
I wasn't jumping... for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all"."

4.  Miracle Drug, from "How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb." 
"Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
'I was a stranger
You took me in.'"

3.  One, from "Achtung, Baby."  Actually, I prefer the live, orchestral version found on the "Miss Sarajevo" single.  Hauntingly beautiful.
"Did I ask too much, more than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got.
We're one, but we're not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again."

2.  All I Want Is You, from "Rattle and Hum."  I love the strings in this one.  It just fills my soul (and it's the story of my life).
"You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold.
All the promises we break, 
from the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you."

1.  Stay (Faraway, So Close), from "Zooropa." 
"And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing."

 There is so much thought put into these songs, I feel like I get to know myself better through them.  Yes, I'm a total U2 nerd, and I'm so excited for the concert that I can hardly stand it.  I know most of y'all don't really care, but too bad.  It's my blog.

To Talk Like This and Act Like That

Wow.  I really stunk at taking pictures last month.  I did get out to Temple Square one day; I posted a few on my photography blog, which has been woefully neglected for the past several months.  I have had several blog posts running around in my head, though they really aren't connected at all, and I don't have pictures for them.  Sorry.  I guess I'll just start here anyway.

Last Wednesday, Dr. H was at Riverton.  It was a busy day, and I was a "star body," meaning that I didn't have an assignment to a particular room; I just went around helping.  And I kept busy--I hardly sat down all morning.  I was helping out in Dr. H's room, and everyone and everything was ready except for Dr. H, so I suggested that we do a time-out (that's where we all make sure we have the right patient and we are doing the right procedure . . . we do it before every surgery).  The time-out is supposed to be initiated by the surgeon, though rarely is someone offended when someone else suggests that we do it--we all know it has to be done.  After I suggested the time-out, Dr. H said something to the effect of, "So you're an extra person today?  Well, just make sure that we don't get more and more people in here, because then the Oprah circle gets started and I just don't like all those people in my room."  He always assumes that where two or more women are gathered, they will start yapping about Oprah.  Okay, whatever.  We did the time-out, and then he continued: "I don't mind if you stay, as long as you don't say anything."  He kept going on like that, and since I knew he was talking more about me than to me, I just backed up out of the room and left without saying another word.  As I was leaving, Dr. H said, "Oh, c'mon.  I didn't really mean it."  Uh, yes he did.  I didn't come back until the case was over and they were cleaning up.  Dr. H saw me come in and said something like, "How long are you going to be mad at me?  When are you going to forgive me?  Because it would be the Christian thing to do to forgive me."  I told him that I did forgive him, and that that statement was offensive to me, because he cannot tell me if I am being Christian or not.  He then said sorry like he meant it, but I also heard him say something about this being another reason why he doesn't like to work at Riverton.  He left to go talk to the family, and we all went about our business, but I was trying to hold back tears.  The nurse and the anesthesiologist in the room said they were sorry, and that they appreciated my help, which was sweet of them. 

I was frustrated more than anything.  Yes, it's just the way Dr. H rolls--he's very high-maintenance, and he thinks very highly of himself.  There are not many people who enjoy working with him, and it's generally agreed that he is a jerk who doesn't want anybody else to take the spotlight away from him, even by talking (though apparently he's very friendly outside the O.R.  I wouldn't know).  And whenever I have to work with him, I have learned to keep my mouth shut.  He doesn't want to hear what I might have to say.  He has no respect for me.  As long as I do my job and stay silent, we get along fine.  But his saying that over my suggestion that we do a time-out just did me in.  Honestly, I don't get offended very easily and I get along with 99% of the people I work with.  But having someone you hardly know describe to everybody else how worthless your best efforts are in such a nonchalant manner . . .that hurts. 

I got over it, and I even gave a lunch relief in that room later that day and we all came out okay.  My manager even asked him later how his day was going, and apparently he told her what he did.  I don't know how that went down, and quite frankly, I don't want to know.  I'm done with him.  I'll work with him if I have to, but I won't speak to him again if I can help it.



So that was last week.  In a total juxtaposition, yesterday was a lovely day at work; probably the best I ever had at the main house.  Here are some reasons why it was so good.


a)  I got up on time and got to work early enough to check the case carts with out too much stress.

b)  When I got there, I found out I was working with Dr. Kelly.  He's not my favorite, but he's nice enough--very methodical and predictable, and he didn't have any funky airway cases or anything.  Just tubes and tonsils.  That much I can do without stressing.

c)  I remembered my hats and I clocked in correctly--a rarity for me when I'm floating.

d)  I have to change into hospital scrubs when I get to work, and more often than not they don't fit.  I actually got some that did fit--on the first try, no less.  The pants were even long enough!  I usually have to change once or twice to find some that are comfortable and that don't look like capris.

e)  There was leftover fruit from a retirement party that I got to partake of, as well as some fun-size candy bars from a rep hanging out in the lounge.  Yay for free food!

f)  We did 7-8 little cases, starting at 7:30 and we were finished by noon.  I had a nice lunch, then I worked on my employee spotlights in the afternoon.  I brought my camera and laptop and actually used them.  I was productive, and I got all my hours without my boss bugging me to go home.

g)  I got a primo parking spot in the terrace.  Right by the stairs.

It was just such a lovely day at work, with everything coming together so nicely.  Today was okay, though apparently it was my bra's expiration date--snapped both underwires.  Gah.  Here's to tomorrow (payday, thank heavens), and to bra shopping once again.