Larry and Bono and a Dry Martini

Dry martini... a classic. Larry and Bono... also classic. I'm getting excited about the U2 concert in Edmonton in June, can hardly wait to snuggle into my sleeping bag in the Commonwealth Stadium parking lot at midnight, hopefully #100 or less in line. I'm so afraid that something will happen, Bono assassinated, Edge's daughter ill again, that will prevent the 2010 leg of the tour from proceeding as planned. Also, will June be enough? Will I have to go to Rome in the fall as well?

Caleb and I saw U2 in Chicago in September; it was devastating; we paid $500 for first-tier seats which should have been terrific, but we were stuck behind a concrete pillar, that blocked our views of the band, the claw, and the sky, as well as about 90% of the sound. I had a dream about that pillar the night before, knew it would be awful. Did I talk about this here already? I had been a bit anxious in the weeks leading up to September 12th; that night as I slept I plummeted into depression, was unable to look up or move or speak for weeks. I started back on Celexa and thank God, I got better, and October in Las Vegas was amazing, everything I could have hoped for short of the Bono-dance, or heaven. I took this picture... Larry and the man himself, like, three feet in front of my face!

Now that Patrick's forty he's worried that I'll leave him for a younger man - but I've never found young men all that interesting. I'm more one for crushes on old rock stars, and uncles, wise experienced colleagues, guitar teachers, professors - people who can teach me something, whose respect I hope to earn.

The only other time I suffered a dry martini, gin and vermouth and an olive, was at the casino in Moose Jaw, with Patrick. We were alone at the spa for a night, our kids with their grandparents in Weyburn. We gambled $40 and came out $20 ahead, and bought martinis to celebrate, which we choked down. I wondered if that was actually what it was supposed to taste like... I think it might have been warm or otherwise off (too much vermouth?) because tonight's was definitely doable, if not exactly Holy Water.

I need more lemons and limes.