U2 kicked off their latest world tour by playing all weekend long here in Dublin. As you'd imagine, tickets were impossible to find and expensive if you managed to locate them. I didn't even try. Instead, I went to a going away party with my office, drank the night away, schlepped home in a cab and woke the next morning at 1pm. And then I spoke to Flatemate Susie while forcing myself to eat "breakfast"
FS: So guess where I was last night.
Hungover Beth: Nooooo.... you weren't!
FS: (hands me digital photo with smirk on her face, Bono on the screen)
HB: You were there! (head now pounding because I did indeed yell it) How'd you get tickets?
FS: We didn't. Olive and I just went to the gate and asked the guard to let us in because we were nice girls and really wanted to see the concert.
HB: amused disbelief...
FS: The guard said yes indeed we were lovely girls but he'd lose his job if he let us in. Straight up, no lying, just 'let us in please'. We tried another gate and then 2 people came walking out and handed us their ticket stubs. We asked the guard if they were real and then went back to the first guy and said "We went to the car for our inhaler and now we'd like back in please". "You were just here 5 minutes ago without those." No, we went to the car for our inhaler and now we'd like back in the concert please. He laughed and let us in.
HB: dumbfounded...
FS: It was great! I'm not that big a fan of the music, but it was a good concert.
HB: (suppressing the urge to throw "breakfast" at flatmate) You have the best Rock-n-Roll Karma...
The thing is, this isn't anything new for her. She's talked her way in to several major concerts. All for free. And never once has she had to do anything that couldn't be reported here or to her mother. She's amazing... Wonder if she could introduce me to George Clooney???
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