600 days since I joined Xanga, exciting.

OK, such the great weekend.

Friday:  5 points pilgrimage with the Mac girls...exciting as always...before heading over to Hamilton Place to try on formal dresses, ridiculous-looking and beautiful alike.  Then we Moulin Rouge-d till we fell asleep.

Saturday:  Well, what can I say.  U2.  Atlanta.  Matts Pannkuk (yeah, no cool link for him) and Clegg, Clif, and Topher.  Hooollllly crap.

There are almost no words, but I think I can dig some up.    It was my first U2 show ever, and it was worth the monkeyload of money I ended up having to pay.  They put on a good show, it's true.  And they played "With Or Without You" and "Bad" (thought of you, Jimbo) and "Elevation" and "Pride (In The Name Of Love)" and all that's good in this world.  And we had to sing "Happy Birthday" to Ted Turner...but as Matt replied when I voiced my irritation, "Well, he owns half of Atlanta, so you kind of have to."

Bono is the man.  At one point he just began miming that he was throwing his heart to different sections of the audience...he only did it for three or four little sections, and he did it to ours...I had to mime catching it and replacing my own heart with it.  Then I had to look around and hope that no one saw that.  And I was reduced to tears during "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own."

Also, The Edge is amazing.  I guess everyone knew this already.

I loved it.  Drunk guys in front of us and all.  I'm definitely going to the next one.

The ride on the way home was pretty amusing too.  My life has now been saved, thanks to Christopher Taylor.  Matt Pannkuk is pretty much my new favourite person.  Clif shook Bono's hand before sound check that day, and I shook Clif's hand before he washed it.

I have more to say about the evening, but it seems like it might be cheapening the experience or something to write about it on Xanga.  Maybe normal journaling?  Yes?

Sunday:  Slept in and missed church, unfortunately.  But had a g-r-e-a-t small group meeting with Gabi/Alyssa/Naomi/Anna at Becky's, and then the Wilson/Matt/Clif/Josh/Trey bunch came over and made us dinner and it was sooo yummy and we played cards and yeah, fun stuff.  We listened to U2 and I could not stop grinning.

And now, I am sitting in a hotel room by myself.  Seriously.  In Nashville.  Watching Ashlee Simpson and George Clooney on Letterman.  And I ordered a pet fish, who is happily swimming next to me.  The awesomeness of this situation is astounding.

I will be home tomorrow.