Bono (yes, _that_ Bono) pulled me out of quite a funk one evening.
After a long day of skiing in Park City, Utah, where I was living at the time, I had a less than pleasant encounter with one of my many roommates. So I went after hours to the restaurant where another roommate worked, hoping to bum a free glass of wine and fume while he cleaned up. This was during the Sundance Film Festival, so the area was crawling with artists, groupies, and people who don't deserve to be famous.
I noticed John Cusack and his Read more