anti-glam

So, the next time I see some pre-game show with the on-field crowds close enough to be able to spit on Bono (not that I wanted to - I'm just saying) - with The Edge smiling (never seen it before - but NOLA is a major project of his) and Green Day working it hard from the heart and Bono's charisma oozing all over us aplenty while we stare up at the HUGE crowds while standing on the astro-turf at the 40-yard-line - what will I think?

suckers.

We waited 7 hours for 9 minutes of music. Did I have better things to do with 7 hours? Um, yeah, I'm a law student and still behind in most of my work and moving in a few days.

Now, I'm not trying to complain. It was pretty cool really - to be RIGHT THERE with the bands, and being in the Superdome upon its reopening, surrounded by grateful crowds and on the field with the Mardi Gras Indian Krewe (who are Black, but they're called the Indians in another NOLA straight-forwardness).

I'll put it in the category with being at the Berlin Wall when it came down. Being in the streets of Moscow just after a coup attempt. Hey, it's history and I'm there like Forrest Gump.

The best part was chilling with The Puerto Ricans, A and J. Jenny, if J only had a belly I'd consider him for you - he is just as adorable as they come. Wicked sense of humor, but he'll watch my Wal-Mart video.

I guess friendships forged in foxholes - or waiting 7 hours in a freezing Arena to see U2 - are the most meaningful.