So now unto the stories of the concert. So Black Eyed Peas opened up for U2. We are not fans, but we were hoping that they would speak some Tagalog so that Mason could translate. They didn't. In fact it was really hard to understand anything that they said. It all sounded like a bunch of lala's and mama's, etc. There was a few things I understood. One line that the main guy said (or at least I think he was the main guy) "you're going to *#$%@#*# dance and you're going to #%^@#%$ to like it!" ummm... how about no. Also how many band members can you have? they have way too many. Later after the main guy said some stuff about Obama, he went on with a song with lyrics like "I want money now" and "give me my money." You can wait for Obama to give you "your money" for as long as you want, I on the other hand I'm not going to hold my breath. The main girl *google search* Fergie freaks me out. Who needs those scary long nails to look like Cat Women and how many times can you annoyingly wink at the audience??? They also had really weird dancers. So after forever long of annoying Black Eyed Peas, finally U2 was on the stage. YAY!
One really cool part of the concert was that Bono was within inches of us. In fact, one part he was so close that would could reach up and touch the bottom of the bridge that he was on. Bono sat at the end of the bridge and then they moved it right over us. Here is some pictures while the bridge was passing directly overhead.
Kind of weird looking picture, but look it's Brad taking a picture with his iPhone.
And look it's Mason's hand.
After Mason accidentally put his hand in my picture, I decided to try to get a picture of Mason in the crowd during the concert and this was what I got.
Must have been something with the lights and fog.
Look at all the pretty colors!
I also really like these.
So I guess I didn't have that many stories.
Here's some photos that I think are worth putting up and I getting sick up putting them up one by one, so here they are all at once, well sort of.
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