The following is a paraphrased conversation that I had with my wife about U2 in Ireland.

Me: Um……honey? U2 is announcing Dublin dates today.

My wife: Really, how exciting???

Me: Well, there’s speculation that it may be the last week of November.

My wife: Oh, that’s when Thanksgiving is, I love Thanksgiving. That’s my all time favorite holiday of the year.

Me: Hey, how about that, you learn something new every day, even though we’ve been married for 13 years.

Me: So anyway, The Mexican and I were thinking of flying over to meet up with David and possibly go to a show?

My wife: Are you out of your *(&(*&&* ^damn mind?

Me: Honey, put down the hammer.

Me: I’d only be there for 2 or 3 days, tops.

My wife: With those two derelicts?

Me: Well, yeah. Listen, I’m not even sure if it’s going to happen. We’re just tossing it around.

My wife: Like you tossed around 300 beers when they were here in Boston with you just two months ago? You just saw U2 3 times in Boston, wasn’t that enough?

Me: Well, no it’s never really enough. I’m not done giving them a good life.

My wife: Good life? How about giving me a good life, packing your things and staying over there forever.

Me: So, I can go?

My wife: Where are you going to stay?

Me: Don’t know.

My wife: How are you going to pay for it?

Me: Don’t know.

My wife: What about work?

Me: I’m a teacher, I only work about 50 days a year.

My wife: I can see you thought this out really well???

It was at this point that I blacked out from a frying pan over the head. So, U2 in Dublin it is. Now, let’s just see if I can go.