four years later...

Four years ago, I was a 20-year-old girl lining up with my friend Katie, my sister, and two brothers-in-law, and with thousands of other concert-goers, overwhelmingly excited, in the throes of a U2 obsession. (You can tell I was obsessed by the photo art I attempted below, merging Katie's and my faces with a concert photo.) It was the first big concert I'd ever been to, and we queued for almost the whole day, finally finding a spot right at the front, almost close enough to reach out and touch a band member, in the rain. 'Catch me if I swoon,' I told my brother-in-law who was standing behind me.

I wrote possibly one of my longest blog posts ever afterwards, including every single detail I could remember, with the catchy little title: U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2 U2.

I'm not the same girl anymore and I'm not obsessed with U2 in the same way, but I am thrilled to hear that they will be returning to New Zealand this November. I just know that one of those tickets has my name written on it and it is incredibly nice to find out that some things are not once-in-a-lifetime opportunities but more-than-once-etc-opportunities.

My sister who came along last time is due to have a baby two weeks before the concert and she is investing in a pair of baby earmuffs. That's dedication.