I’m at the Burbank airport getting ready to fly home for a couple of days to see U2 with younger Holliday. Not wanting to go to the concert without sufficiently dorky t-shirts, I went to nearly every t-shirt shop on Hollywood Boulevard yesterday (for those not familiar with LA, there are about six million t-shirt shops on Hollywood) and had a conversation with the <insert foreign nationality here> owner of each place that went something like this:
Me: “Do you have any U2 t-shirts?”
Them: “Sorry, don’t understand. Me?”
Me: “No, it’s the name of a band. U2. Do you have any t-shirts for them?”
Them: “You? Who?”
Me: “I think I’ll just look around on my own…”
We’re not gonna be wearing band shirts to this one.