People,

So, the other night I found myself in the enviable position of being invited to catch the U2 show from a luxury suite at the Fleet Center. It was pretty god damn great.

In a luxury suite you get your own private lounge, which is pretty much the same as a small hotel room. You get a sink, fridge, room service, tv and best of all, private bathroom. This was the real amenity to me. If there's anything I hate it's having to pee (or god forbid, make a biscuit) in a nasty public bathroom with a bunch of screaming drunk idiots. Private bathrooms rock. Anyway, you also get a pretty damn sweet view of the stage, but that really was secondary to me.

So, the suite rocked. The show? Not so much.

U2 is probably the biggest band in the world right now and I'll admit that they deserve to be there. They consistently deliver hit albums chock full of hit singles and have a frontman who is very much larger than life. Despite all this, they've never really been my particular brand of poison. I've always considered them to be a little self-important and preachy. Despite my potential bias, I came to the show prepared to be awed.

Alas, the show was hit or miss in my opinion. It had some moments of genuine world class rock spectacle, during which I was swept away and completely enjoyed myself. But it also had some serious draggy parts, and I felt that although the band played everything more than competently, more than a few of the old hits felt perfunctory and stale.

Add to all this Bono's ridiculous stage antics and god awful lecturing about my worldly responsibilities and I was left feeling underwhelmed by the whole experience, except for the suite. The suite was awesome.