U2 at Giants Stadium Resurrects My Inner Crazy


I’m still very much in recovery mode at this point. Even two days after what could easily have amounted to the most mentally exhausting and exhilarating night of my life, I’m still feeling the irritating chafe of the sunburn that blotched up my skin in the most random locations, I still can’t completely wash off the purple Sharpie number that was scrawled onto my forearm by a turbaned man at around eight o’clock in the morning, and of course, my body is taking forever and a day to recalibrate after going two and a half nights without a single hour of quality sleep.

I’m talking, of course, about the awesomely painful, physically draining and absurdly euphoric experience of having general admission tickets to a rock concert. I’m sure a lot of you have experienced the delirium of temporarily treating your body like a scientific experiment. For those of you who want to relive the joys and minor irritations of marathon sitting, muscle soreness, dehydration and emotional instability, I’ve decided to document my experience in pictures.

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