Arlene PELAYO ([email protected])
Wed, 2 Dec 1998 09:24:46 -0500 (EST)
Well, it finally happened to me, and I blame all of you
Bono-does/does-not-do drugs debaters!
SOMEHOW (probably from a U2 mailing list), I found out Bono and Ali were
throwing a big birthday bash for their daughter, Kate (it was a DREAM, I
know they don't have a Kate). I got in no prob, and was just hanging
around, enjoying the intimacy of the occasion. Ali was hugely pregnant,
and she was hanging out in a backroom with some friends. She mentioned
some kind of problem she was having with Bono, but as she said, "my
husband and I don't talk about it." She then pulled out a big bag of POT,
and she instructed someone to be sure no one smoked who did not know the
password (she must have read Wire and realized they have to be very
discreet about their drug use). Well, I definitely didn't know the
password, but I tried to get around that "rule" anyway ('tis my way to
ignore rules :-). No way - they weren't budging on that one. A Rolling
Stone reporter who was there kind of felt sorry for me, so she asked to
interview me (how long have you been a fan, how did you know about the
party, etc.).
I left that room and walked around looking for Bono, who had been hanging
out with KATE and her little friends, entertaining them (as is HIS wont
:-). I ended up outside the house, and when I tried to go back in, I ended
up going into the wrong house. Yes, I LOST the house (maybe I got a
contact high, after all), and spent the rest of the evening going up and
down some Street with No Name, hoping to find what I'd been looking for.
Super corny - if you skipped this, I deserved it.
Taking full responsibility,
Arlene
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