I’m always surprised when people tell me they read my blog. Getting comments and e-mail is always nice, but it’s quite different when someone comes up to you and says, “I read some of your stuff.” Yesterday, my message therapist told me that she had discovered my blog through one of my nurses. She was especially delighted to see that I had mentioned her in a previous entry. It’s good to know I can make someone’s day with my writing. As much as this blog is a kind of miscellaneous recounting of my life, it is also about the multitudes of people who shape my experiences. Things wouldn’t be half as exciting without them.
I’m planning on getting tickets to see U2 in September. The last time I saw them was at the Metrodome in 1997, during which I was, for lack of a better expression, felt up by a drunk but cute woman who stumbled across me while the band was playing “One.” The acoustics were horrible, but the Target Center should be a better venue. I’m debating getting three tickets in case an undetermined friend wants to come along. The seats I’ve had at other Target Center events are usually good. Surely, I can bribe someone into a date with a free concert ticket.
I’ll be in the general admission area at two Madison Square Garden U2 concerts in October, wheelchair, ventilator and all. I tried it on the last tour, and (except for an overzealous security guard who almost tossed me out for going into the standing-room only section) had no mishaps and was even quickly ushered into the heart section by another pair of security guards. Bono shone his hand-held spotlight on me and gyrated in my general direction. Truly worth the effort. 🙂