On July 5th, Matt and I took off from Monroe, Wisconsin and headed to Chicago for one of the last U2 concerts of their 360 Tour. We had these tickets for well over a year, because Bono had to have emergency surgery on his back, and therefore, had to postpone the concert back in 2010. Now that the time had finally come, I was giddy.
We arrived at Soldier Field at around 10:30 a.m. Mind you, the opening act for the concert did not start until 7 p.m. Many people would think this would be plenty of time to get to the head of the line to get a prime spot to watch the concert. However, this was U2 we are talking about. After being counted off later, we were numbers 688 and 689. Now, I am not going to recant the history of me standing in line for U2 concerts. My father is very familiar with this story, but to be in the inner circle was a big deal for me.


Due to the heat, however, U2 and the heads at Soldier Field decided that we better come in out of the sun and allowed us to come in and spend the day in the Grand Concourse of Soldier Field. The day was very memorable and I loved telling Matt that I am not the only fanatical U2 person out there. The proof was right there in front of him.
The time came, however, and my suggestion of not taking a bag paid off. We were able to "walk" into the inner circle when the time came and got to the back as I had wanted. The group lining the back behind us had arrived at 5 a.m. that morning, and I was fine with letting them take my much coveted spot. The only problem now was the wait. Either way, I had my signs ready.

U2 came on at 9 a.m. precisely....Ground Control to Major Tom...
What took place for the next two and a half hours was indescribable. For those that have not been to a U2 concert, you are missing out. Put it on your bucket list or something, but I was enjoying a bucket list moment.
The time then came for Larry (the drummer for those that do not speak U2) to hop off the drum seat and play his bongos around the inner circle. For those that are not in the know, I have a slight obsession with Larry. As he neared us, I got my "I love you, Larry!" sign out and he saw it! He smiled and just kept on beating those bongos. I looked at Matt and screamed!! What a concert...