Rock Star Impulsivity

My eyeball is throbbing. I also look like an out-take from "A Clockwork Orange" (Yes, Lisa, the circles under your eyes are permanent). When I close my eyes I get the spins.

I also just had one of the best nights of my entire life.

This is how yesterday broke down for me:

10:00am-ish: Claire IMs me, says "guess who I spoke with last night?", I being bored as usual says "ooh who who who?" to which she replies "BONO". That's right as in the mullet-man himself. Turns out her dad gave him a tour at the Art Institute of Chicago (he's Director) and handed the phone to Bono when Claire called for a ride home from work. Me: "DAMN! What'd he say?"

(Jump to 10:30am)

Claire: BONO GOT US TICKETS FOR THE CONCERT TONIGHT!!!

12:10 pm

I buy a ticket on Flyi.com for 3:15 pm flight to Chicago.

12:30 pm

I leave work after convincing my boss that I MUST go to Chicago for said once-in-a-lifetime experience.

1:00 pm

Change at home, pack purse with change of drawers, toothbrush, T-Shirt and grab a sweater b/c its cold.

4:00 pm

Sit back, relax and imbibe in free alcoholic bevvies courtesy of Flyi b/c I got up and moved to the bank on the dinky commuter plane. I don't think my weight being in the back possibly could have made a difference BUT it did get me free booze.

6:00 pm CST

Meet Claire, head to bar to meet Kristin, Katie and Karen. Holy shit, I'm in Chicago!

8:00 pm CST

Pick-up the tickets at "Band Tickets Will Call" yes, they left an extra one for me (no I wasn't concerned in the least, seriously)

8:45 pm CST

Proceed to ROCK THE HELL OUT to the most amazing musical perofrmance I have ever seen in my enttire life. U2 live is musical, professional, inspirational perfection. Check out the set list here: http://www.u2.com/news/index.php?mode=full&news_id=1540

Lost Track of Time Completely

Go to low-key wine bar, beg for nuts, bread, anything. Drink red wine, take brief disco nap on couch.

Get in cab after Katie and Claire are busted peeing in the parking lot of schmancy wine bar. Karen and Kristin head home (weaklings!!). Kates, Claire and I head for Club Blu which is described to me as underage college crowd cheesy BUT we have free admission and drink tickets from some dude at the concert.

Stop at White Hen where C almost causes a "beat-down" of some dude by the store clerk who promises to "Bring it" if the guys don't stop being assholes while he looks for the Vivarin C has been trying to point him towards behind the counter. What ensues is hilarity. I think we went to White Hen roughly a dozen times last night.

Club Blu: Drink drink drink drink drink, BOOTY DANCE, ignore annoying guys trying to cut in on our fun, DRINK more, booty dance to bad remixes of The Killers and am told by the only not completely obnoxious guy in the place that "Ain't No Hollaback Girl" is my anthem. C remarks that the guys in the place are a lot less attractive than she thought at first, I encourage her to drink more. I am covered in spilled drinks.

3:30 am CST

We are kicked out of the bar and return to White Hen for alcohol which they do not have. We buy mixers, return to Kates and Karen's house and drink Madras' on the freezing ass porch until dawn. I change into clean drawers and shirt ("Elegantly Wasted") and thank myself for such foresite. Old shirt officially smells like literal ass.

5:45am CST

Finish my drink, brush my teeth, hug K and C goodbye and catch a cab to O'Hare. I tell the cab driver "O'Hare" and promptly pass out (must have its all I remember)

6:15 am CST

I attempt to eat my beloved McDonald's #1 with a coke and fail, passing out instead on the rubber seat at the gate.

7:00 am CST

Pass out the second I sit down on the plane.

9:45 am EST

Back at Dulles. Attempt to wash face in bathroom, make-up creates Clockwork Orange effect and darkens already black circles under eyes. It's cloudy and I put on my shades.

11:00 am EST

I have forgotton my work ID. I finally get into the garage, change into my clothes from work yesterday, spray hairspray on my hair to feebly attempt to mask the stench of myself and push off into the day.

11:15 am EST

Boss (P) isn't happy, I had estimated a 10:30 am arrival but the plane was late. I called and told the other admins. but apparently this wasn't enough. I was taking advantage of the situation apparently. Oh and by the way, how was the concert?

11:15-present EST

I feel like death, my kidney's have shut down, I can smell myself coming and I don't think any of the girls went to work today. I am jealous, I have a LOT to get done but my brain cells have the shakes. Attempting to repair self for the hair of the dog as its Alex's 26th birthday today. I'm about to plow through a meat lovers pizza and just had several encounters with coworkers in an elevator who clearly didn't appreciate my smell.

And the best part of all of this? It was absolutely worth every second of madness, insanity and even the hangover. I got a kick-ass concert and to hang out with some of my best friends in the world and that was what put me over the moon- my girls (Bono 10 feet away from me didn't hurt either!)

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Happy Friday the 13th!