Two more items of interest popped up as I was sorting through a pile of childhood papers tonight. My marriage certificates. What? These were apparently something we did at the Sadie Hawkins dances in what would’ve been my sophomore year of high school. The funny thing? I have a memory like an elephant and I have absolutely no recollection of this whatsoever. I apparently married my friend Scott (not once, but twice), though we never dated in reality. Perhaps he lost a bet?
So—how did I do with the U2 setlist?
Earlier in the week, I posted my setlist prediction for U2’s performance at Dreamforce. As with any opinion piece, I had some mail about “how so wrong” I was and how some of my choices were “beyond long shots.” I’m pleased to report, that although I wasn’t completely right, I was mostly right. See above for the side-by-side comparison of what I thought they would play and what they actually played, in the order they played them.
When I was young, every Easter I would beg for a bunny. Since I was allergic to cats and dogs, and rabbits could stay contained in one room, I thought having one would be ideal. My parents thought otherwise. They showered me with Easter baskets full of Cadbury Mini Eggs…