Now that I have recovered from the U2 concert in Moncton, I’ve got some interesting observations about what some of us consider fun. It seems that I am one of those people who thinks that following all the steps required to attend a rock concert with 74,999 of my closest friends is fun. Here’s the ‘To Do’ list:
- Round up 2 or 3 girlfriends (my better half hates crowds)
- Buy tickets
- Get in the car and drive 3 hours in a torrential downpour
- Stop at the Big Stop restaurant for a big meal (no food until later)
- Arrive somewhere in the vicinity of Magnetic Hill concert site
- Find a place to park (only $30 a steal!)
- Walk 30 mins. or so uphill to get to the concert site
- Stand in a lineup for 15 mins. to get to the gates
- Hike through the mud (oh boy, now the fun really begins)
- Take a deep breath and head down the hill to see how close we can get to the stage (more mud)
- Stand in the mud for an hour waiting for U2 to take the stage
- Jump up and down in the mud for over 2 hours – what a show!
- Hike up the hill in the mud (made worse by the 74,999 other people)
- Wait for 30 mins. in a lineup to get out the gates (yikes, that’s a lot of people)
- Walk another 30 mins. to get back to the car
- Take off mud soaked clothing in the dark in the parking lot and put on clean clothes (good idea girls!)
- Take the back road to avoid all the traffic snaffoo’s (is that a word?)
- Drive 3 hours back to Halifax
- Arrive home at 5:15 am
- Fall into bed
Only 20 steps required – now that’s my idea of a good time! Every single sore muscle I had for the next 2 days was so worth it. I’d do it again on a moment’s notice, I think – anybody care to join me?