Anyway, so I was irritated because the girls I was waiting with said they had met Bono a couple of hours earlier as he was coming back from lunch, and we were sitting by the catering people, who has just burned U2's dinner. Like, plumes of black smoke, PAs running around, etc., etc., so we smelled like burned chicken....*eyes glaze...chiiiicken...* and we were thinking it had to be any minute now until the boys would be chauffeured for dinner.
So this girl walks up, totally preppy, looking like she's in her mid-20s. Cool looking, trendy bag, Mary Janes, bob haircut. Facially, kinda looks like Kristen Johnson from 3rd Rock. And she's all, "Are you guys waiting for U2? Have you seen them yet?" and I'm snarking all, "They've already come and gone." and she's all, "Do you know where they're--" "--The Pan Pacific." And we just sit there and glare at this casual non-fan who just wants to meet a rock star.
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell