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From: kat on 2001-12-15 21:55:47
...sing it hun!!......WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! E-L-E-V-A-T-I-O-N!!!!! ..high, higher than the sun......................
From: HomieVox on 2001-12-15 22:42:02
...you shoot your bunnies from a gun......i need you to elevate me...anywhere...it can be in the chair i'm seated right now, it can be in bed, in the bathroom, we could try the kitchen, or maybe the living room, maybe the hall, maybe the balcony, maybe the stairway (to heaven)...you pick babe...ALL??!!! Ok Bono, ok... :) ***
From: kat on 2001-12-15 23:06:49
yo, i want it, i want it! *you can hear bono muttering this after the 1st chorus in elevation*
From: Elevationangel on 2001-12-16 06:33:33
as far as i know I haven't been shot through anything in the past ten minutes but ya know if I'm being shot at my bunny king then i wouldn't care if it was through an ak47. hmmm hv, let's see with edgey I would prefer the bathroom. I would shave his goatee, he would paint my nails...I won't go on... lol <3 <3 <3 for the one man who deserves my love-mel
From: kat on 2001-12-16 16:49:21
when it was my turn, i think i would go for the kitchen. lots of yummy stuff there!!!!! <3 u #8- )3 !!!!!
From: Tanja on 2001-12-17 10:03:07
thank you hun... you brought the light back to me on this dark weekend... LUV!!!!!
From: boomcha on 2001-12-17 14:44:36
mmh; yeah think I would take it the same way as HV, not with this man hes allready overbooked, but theres a notherone who knows all the stuff to make me happy....and to elevate me....
From: boomcha on 2001-12-17 14:50:23
ooohhh yeah, got a bottle champagne right now.... thats the right moment look and roll and droll at this pics and take a deep swallow and droll and roll even more..... prost, scál, slantje, cheers....to all of you out there....
From: Tanja on 2001-12-17 15:01:31
prost boomcha!!! what are you doing in the office with champagne?? oh, its christmas-party time all over the offices, isnt it?? I had some last week and I will still have some this week.. hope its over soon, I am drunk all the time! :-)
From: boomcha on 2001-12-17 15:08:33
No, no partys here in this ******* office.... but someone gave it as a present to me.... prost....haha
From: soul cat girl on 2001-12-23 08:33:14
Girls what is prost, scal, slantje?This one's for you BoomCha :-)Part I..(to be continued tomorrow)......The over crowded office was becoming a swelter oven as the bottled corks were popping off like ricocheting carbines at a turkey shoot..the cigarettes flared from bluish flamed torches billowing smoke clouds into the room as everyone frolicked with good holiday cheer...the music of U2 bent the atmospheric hedonism with resounding ambition as the merry cheers to all whip lashed the air.. "umm I'll drink to that"..BoomChaCha tipped the bottle skyward guzzling hefty swigs..swiping at a her slovenly mouth with the back of her hand she staggered willy nilly happily toward the oaken desk top where she suddenly tripped over what felt to her like a downed elephant but in fact was merely a tiny paper clip discarded on the carpet ...thusly perpetuating her wobbly frontal jerk then a sideways swing then an incredible backwards twisting lurch right into the PC unit causing a resounding crack on her head where upon bouncing her like a rubber ball into the monitor screen immediately jarring it sideways on a tilting invisible axis spinning it like a magnificent gyro...as the unsuspecting party girl is wisked up and transformed into an elemental energy from forces so malevolently evil it lands her smack dab inside the website of the computer..////...kitty running to my fluffy and dreaming up the end.....grrr
From: kat on 2001-12-23 13:53:39
...ummmmhunimissedthatuuuummmmhheehhaahoooogggggrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............
From: Elevationangel on 2001-12-23 18:58:46
*sigh* ahhh scg is writing again, we can all sleep a little sounder tonight.*hugs to her kitty friend* ,3 yall and edgey-mel
From: Elevationangel on 2001-12-23 19:12:52
oh scg,you say you get all my notes, but do you ever write me back because i don't get anything!=((((( it makes me very sad... hmmm i don't know why it wouldn't work, it's not like my box is too full or anything cause i get plenty of mail from the other huns and buns. hehe that was funny. well tell me my dear so we can try to figure something out so i can actually e mail you and GET A RESPONSE. lol sorry I've been feeling ver ignored today. <3 for you all from a lonely little bunny-mel
From: kat on 2001-12-24 10:41:44
oh eva!! soul cat dosn't often email.... well i haven't got one from her for months! i think the poor hunny is busy!! p.s. i am not in your story either!! *sad kat*
From: soul cat girl on 2001-12-24 11:21:10
BoomCha's story continues:Waking up slowly ..groggily BoomCha tried to lift her head up but immediately fell back on a groan...reaching a hand to her forehead it came away moist with sticky smidgens of blood..."Well this is just great.. just about ends this damn year on the same rotten note it started off on..a BAD one !!!" grimacing BoomCha lifted herself up into a setting position and for the first time realised she was plopped down upon tall dampened grass that was a dazzling shade of emerald...swinging her arm up covering her eyes the bright morning sunshine felt warm and pure and she was struck with the abundantly sweet aroma of fresh grass and wild heather which as her eyes beheld was thickly blanketed across a vast beautiful meadow...taken slightly aback as to how she had gotten there she didn't have time to formulate an answer as to anything because in that same instant the snickering blowing grunts of a large animal directly behind her caused her to twist around in fright...if she had seen Tom Cruise standing there in a pink tutu twirling on his tippie toes it would not have startled her any more than what her eyes beheld! There before her seemingly twenty foot tall stood a huge magnificent white war horse with one of his massive front hoofs plowing the tender grass to mush... it's nostrils flaring wide as his wild eyes glared fixating on her menacingly...and there stone still atop the glorious mount garbed in shiny beautifully etched silver plated armor sat a spectacular Medieval Knight in full regalia ....it was stunning ..it was unbelievably awesome.. and it would seem he a man of considerable intrigue as she was suddenly all a tingle almost electrified as though she felt his smoldering eyes burning into her from the lowered visors horizontal slit ...that conical helmet of which was providing him with disturbing anonymity...as the seconds of an eternity past he gave nothing away ..his horse pranced once twice then snorted...BoomCha's astonishment momentarily immobilized her until he slowly lifted a heavy gauntlet raising within it the bright and shiny thing he held catching the suns reflection like a blinding chromium splashed upon the meadows earth ... whilst nudging his horse closer to her she instantly scooted back on her hands and butt a hightened alert of panic beginning to grow like a cantagion...he stilled perceptively giving her some moments then advanced when she stayed her retreat..once again he brought forth the sword and using the tip of the powerful weapon gently parted her little buttonless outer sweater from her pale blue sheer halter top beneath.... he seemed to freeze like a paganist's gothic statue though she could still feel those damnable eyes boring into her....not exactly sure what he was about she glanced down to see what he aptly revealed to his stare... her strap was torn alarmingly low on her breast but it was her shoulder that gave her pause... it was caked with dry smatterings of darkened red blood... as if coming out of a dream she realised she was more seriously injured than she'd initially thought emitting a soft whimper when she prodded it with her fingers wondering fleetingly if it was fractured too.. the next thing she new she was being scooped up into powerful arms and carried to the massive horse...not sure exactly what to think of any or all of it her first reaction was one of a squirmy protest... but he had her lifted and sat swinging up behind her with amazing agility before she really had time to form an outright official protest...circling her waist he pulled her up against his metal clad chest and for the first time his voice soft with a breathy foreign lilt tickled her ear.."Be still or you could open your wound..my horse will not abide a flighty squiggly creature nor will I "...Indignation shot straight to her spine and they traveled in ridged silence...what did he think she was a barn yard sow? She was so annoyed she couldn't even bring herself to ask him if he might have a clue as to how she'd landed in what was apparently some kind of Renaissance Fair .. and how she might have become dumped in a pasture hurt without her knowledge of any of it ? My gawd it was beyond her imaginings?... the last thing she did remember was having a drink at the Christmas office party then nothing just plain nothing at all...so much for toasting happy cheers..good lord Tanja and Wendy must have driven her out here.. but where were they now?... the clinking clank snap of metal upon metal told her the mystery man was up to something but damn be it if she was about to make a peep and ask him anything! ...guiding the horse out of the large meadow they were heading into what appeared to be a very large cropping of trees..very tall dark thick as forest trees!....at this revelation BoomCha's alarms went off like gang busters and she turned to protest but her words along with her breath were swallowed and lodged in her gullet...she was looking into a most handsome face with eyes the color of a stormy wild sea and just as dangerous...he'd removed a head of steal to reveal the head of a God... BoomCha was coming unraveled like a rain soaked ribbon just staring at this man ... he mistook her actions as one suffering in physical pain saying softly with an edge " We will be to my lodgings soon try not to jump around you will jar open your shoulder...until its tended too these sudden bouncing moves you indulge in will do neither of us any good!"..turning her back to him she wondered what the hell that meant? What did her turning around have to do with him feeling good or bad? Just then she noticed how her skirt was practically riding up to her hips and she tugged at the front to cover herself..jees she really hoped he couldn't see over her shoulder...As they continued on he unstrapped and removed his gauntlets and circled her body within his mailed arm one powerful bare hand occassionally riding her belly and hip...looking to his hand she could see it was sprinkled liberally with soft dark hair often glistening as the speckled sunlight beamed down amongst the trees on them...with the rocking sway of the horse and the warmth of his arm she must have drifted asleep because the next thing she knew she was being lifted through the air and wisked into a colorfully bannered tent emblazoned with a huge bald-headed eagle...the room was of substantial size as he layed her down gently on a pillow strewn pallet of soft brocades and velvets.. she watched as he went to the tented flap door clipping orders like a marine drill sergeant ..fetch this or that and be damn hasty about it..smiling at his tenacity she hoped his orders included the local doctor...he turned gazing at her just as the flap door opened and a young lad stepped in sparring her a shy swift glance....as they talked she gleened the boy was named Philipe and was obviously playing the part of this man's squire in this fair ..helping him out of his costume of heavy metal the man striped off all upper body garments while the boy fetched him a tunic from a big boxed chest..Good gawd the man was built nice and his butt was sort of cute in those tight ass thingy's.... the boy took his leave to polish up the wares making BoomCha realise these actors took there parts to heart.. once again turning his eyes on her he was now in a lose thigh length beige tunic all armor and mail removed just brown leggings as tight as the eye could see almost a second skin really...He'd stopped dead still as she brought her eyes up slowly from his body....red hot flame suffused her face for being caught at such indiscretion...Evidently he was unused to flagrant aggressive females he looked a bit flushed himself...not that she was one of those females ! No hell no and in fact she couldn't ever recall that happening to her before..she usually was a bit more discreet with a nice subtle finesse..gawd what had gotten into her!!! Evidently thankfully letting the moment pass he stepped over to her kneeling down beside her he began speaking ..talking a sweet lilting melodious talk with a voice that could woo the angels she hardly formulated what he was saying because the fact being she was to mesmerized diving head first into those handsome as hell sea green eyes again and she really couldn't believe how nice his shoulders were shaped under that woolsy thing and his thighs looked so muscular in those tight tights her fingers were actually itching to run her hands over them! it ! oh my ! oh my!all of him !.. soo ....she got quite a jolt when he asked her to kindly remove her top covering and was she without hearing as well as her speaking voice too...she snapped right the hell out of her daydream then.." w w wh ..what did you say mister?"..clearing his throat ..a bit uncomfortable with his own request he repeated it and also said he was glad she was not infirmed as he believed her to be...she felt the hysterical giggle pushing its way up from the depths trying to escape but she trampled it back to its origin cavern cutting off the rest of those screaming-meemies that were all a twitter to reveal themselves..."Ok lets get this straight Mister I ain't taking nothing off no where no how for nobody unless I have an official date first"...BoomCha felt she had to get her terms in there right up front before this went any further...he stared at her in puzzlement a quizzical driving force.."Where do you hail from lassy?"....BoomCha piped in "Why from Cologne where else?" ...a stunned look past his face and he quickly turned away heading for the flap door..someone handed him a number of items and he talked low with whomever it was... returning he eyed her face and in particular her bare legs..she had nice legs so she flexed them moving them to a more flattering position but really not yanking her skirt down like she should....he watched them.. oh yes he tried not to ..but he watched them intently....satisfied with his reaction she really was getting comfortable on these gorgeous comforters...arranging the bundles beside the water bowl this time he told her to sit forward he was going to remove her outer cloth and she complied..he removed the sweater and told her to lie back down...holding onto the drooping strap she watched him watching her and he asked " Why are you wearing such clothing? This is nothing I've ever seen nor heard of before?" Blushing again..he offered "I am not unfamiliar with womens underdress or sleepdress but this is is what is this? And what of this blue cover are you injured on your chest with a lace binding?"...Blinking at the mans ineptness she was baffled until it dawned on her he was talking about her bra! Was the man daft or was he insane? Oh great knowing her luck she was probably now in the hands of an insane maniacal cannibalistic serial killer that just happened to escape a high security asylum and was now gonna make her his damn fish to fry ! This was really really just the topping of her day! Almost swooning from the sheer thoughts of her driven imagination she closed her eyes for a recouperating blink and the mystery man had a knife up under her bra and before she could scream "THATS A GAWD DAMN 95 DOLLAR VICTORIA SECRET BRA MISTER"!! He sliced it neatly in two.....groaning from the pain of losing her favorite push up bra she reached out and slapped the gorgeous face a resounding thwack...so stunned and taken aback by her ferosity he merely glared at her and asked succulently " Why are you attacking me? Your modesty does not seem so precious nor in jeopardy .. you do not try to cover yourself as you wear these bare strips of cloth?" he reached for the edge of her leather mini skirt rubbing its texture with his fingers. He glanced at her and continued..."I can see most of you already" with that he glanced down her body.." you who is freely bared also wears strips that match the lace on your chest here" his fingers skimmed he upper thigh.."Why will you not let me tend your wounds?".. busy trying to pull the remnants of her too expensive underwear together she didn't notice the comical look rising on his face..he said matter of factly.." this is not a binding for wounds is it?" ..she shook her head.."this IS your garment ?"...yes you dullard she wanted to yell at him but instead when she looked into his eyes she saw a merriment that was not their before.. a twinkling of green that held her enthralled and promised more if not all ...Just then a significant caugh exploded the room and both people turned their heads to the door flap..."Enter EVA" his tone held resignation.."Hello David my dear brother who have you here?" a slight nymph glided into the room also in full renaissance regalia stopping to land a sisterlykiss to her brothers handsome cheek..then moved to kneel beside BoomCha..introductions done she offered her healing skills in tending her wounds sending her brother on a fools errand just to be quit of him for awhile...stopping at the door David paused turning to BoomCha their eyes connected with his an invisible fire holding them as strong as shackles......abrubtly almost angrily he left..... the tent door flapping in the wind.......*to be continued*...kitty hits fluffy and snores a snippet of'baby please come home ..aahh ahhh christmas is here..' grrrr
From: Elevationangel on 2001-12-24 19:47:51
*sits on her pillow waiting patiently for the end* i luv stories, specially kitty stories...=) -mel
From: boomcha on 2001-12-26 17:52:22
SoulCat. Prost and all this fuck is something what you say when you raise a glas.... have to read your story tomorrow on the flight to Dalkey... hope you are all fine...luv