We tried to see U2 and all we got was a Poang!

You had to be there...

But yes, the short road trip to Philly for the U2 concert Sunday was definitely worth it! We were greeted in Philly with A Beautiful Day, strolled around Chinatown, wandered our way down to South Street, found a street fair - The Italian Market Festival, I believe. Food, people, music (some of it really bad... I mean really, do we need to see the Guido Quintet in their matching bright blue suits?), your general fun street fair kinda stuff. We made our way back to Chinatown, met WL for dinner at Penang, stuffed ourselves silly. Yummy.

Now comes the challenge - trying to find our way to the I95 to get to the Wachovia Center. We had a map. Felumpfus was navigating, although at one point, both Fel and JD were screaming to turn or not turn from the back seat... Follow the signs to I95 and eventually we will get to the onramp. This was a great theory. It didn't really work in practice. Although we continued to follow signs saying that the I95 was ahead, we continued to have the highway on our right. Or rather, we tried to follow the signs for the I95. We learned something about Philly - for some reason, all pertinent signs are hung BEHIND tall trees. So for all we know, we missed the onramp multiple times.

Time for plan B. At some point we would need to turn right, hopefully before we made it all the way down Columbus Ave. to the IKEA. We turned and went in search of Broad Street. The Wachovia Center is on Broad Street, we know this because we passed it on our way into Center City Philly. Finding Broad Street was easy. Getting onto Broad Street was another matter. We learned another very important thing about Philly - apparently one cannot make left turns, or rather, is NOT ALLOWED to make left turns, anywhere, even onto seemingly valid two way streets. No problem, go to the next block and circle onto Broad. Yeah, that didn't work. Again, a couple of blocks where we could not make a left turn... then finally we turn... AAAHHHHH! The next street is blocked off, so again, we can only make a right turn! Well, a couple of more right turns (one a little sharper than we had anticipated), and finally we find Broad Street. And we turn right.

At this point, we were relieved that we were able to get in the general direction we wanted to go. We did finally make it to the concert, a little dizzy from all the right hand turns we had made, found our seats, and allowed ourselves to be blown away (and I do mean blown away) by the boys from Dublin.

I think that the best part of the show was that they ended it in classic fashion.