OMG, yesterday, I shook hands with Bono of U2 fame. He is one of only three people I've always said I'd like to meet before I die.
I met fellow authors Coe Booth and Heather Duffy-Stone in the city at a cute little breakfast/brunch spot, and when I walked in, he was walking out.
I froze. "That's Bono" was all I could spit out.
Coe has better reflexes than me, so she immediately stuck her hand out. I, jolted out of my stunn-ness, stuck my hand out too.
And he shook it!!!!!
Took me a while to regain my composure, but I finally managed to and thought, "I should get a picture!" But of course, by then, he was already in a cab :P.
He was so warm and down-to-earth. No entourage, just brunch with two or three people at a local spot -- not shee-shee or upscale... And he looked us in the eye when he shook our hands and smiled and said, "Nice to meet you" in that sexy Irish way... SIGH.
I admire Bono for many reasons: his music, which got me through one of the worst summers of my life; his work in Africa and on an international level; and his genuine, open-hearted way of communicating. He's one of those spirits that just moves me.