Originally posted by wtshnnfb01:I do ocassionally. The worst one was one were I won tickets to a U2 concert. Everything was going smothely. Me and my buddies were having a great time and I was even having luck with the ladys. It was great until Pride ended and Bono announced they were dumping Streets for Miami. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I woke up in an instant.
:sigh: You've just made those of us who like 'Miami' feel so unloved.
...but replacing 'Streets' with that? Yeah, not good.
It was so crowded that I had to walk close to the water and the waves came in soaking my shoes, tearing at my feet. When I reached the tunnel-like thing that leads up to the stony path along Bono's garden, I looked up and saw hundreds of U2 fans squeezing their way along there, shouting Bono's name, wanting him to come out (thank goodness we all know real life holds more respect for his privacy there). Everyone was shouting "where is Bono? where is Bono?". I stood there and then looked to my right and there I saw young Bono, aged pre-Pop era, with his steel blue eyes, grinning at me and saying, "yeah, where is he, let's see if they can find him". He was not recognized by anyone but me (yeah, right), and he joined the crowd, shouting his own name, being extremely amused that nobody realized the man they were after was right beside them.


I don't believe my dreams anymore ha ha 
