What?!? I lied to my husband?!? Yes. Yes I did. Proudly!
Poor Walt. I don’t think he really quite knew what he was doing back in 2001 when he bought tickets to see Duran Duran (Simon, Nick & Warren) play at the House of Blues in Anaheim. He opened a door to something I’d long since closed. It wasn’t as though I was no longer a fan, it was that I’d moved on in life. I had a husband. I had kids. MTV didn’t really play videos any longer…I didn’t have Roger Taylor occupying my walls….
Of course, after that initial show, I was desperate. Then the reunion was announced, and I saw the Fab 5 live for the very first time. I made friends, went to a convention, and was virtually hooked. Wishful thinking “plans” were being thrown around by my friends, and when the Astronaut tour was announced, I think we all had about 48 hours to decide on a game plan. I knew I could not be at the LA show due to a family vacation, so I tried to figure out what show(s) I could possibly attend.
At the time, I’d never traveled for a single show, and my husband is the epitome of “moderation”. Walt is an engineer. He’s very measured. Very easy-going, yet very serious when he needs. Walt doesn’t do “frenzied” or “fanatical” about anything. He doesn’t have an obsessive personality about anything, and at the time – he certainly didn’t understand the need to travel to see a rock band. He had a very difficult time understanding that I’d made friends online. “Online? Rhonda…you don’t even know these people. You need to wonder why they’d even want to be friends with you. You have nothing in common with any of them. You’re married. You have children. Yes, I know you went to a convention with them, but you told me then that it wouldn’t be an ongoing thing, that you were just trying to see the planning through. Now you want to go to how many shows? This isn’t even necessary!” He had an even harder time understanding why I would want to go to more than one show on a tour. “Aren’t they all the same? It’s the same songs night after night!” So, there were plenty of “discussions” between the two of us. It was understood that I would fly to Chicago, see the show the following day, and then fly back home on what I think must have been Sunday afternoon. Never mind that the rest of my friends were going on to see the Milwaukee show the following night – Walt felt that there was no reason to see any more than one show. I had to book my flights so that I was able to take the kids to school before I flew out (he was not very helpful, and I think even he would agree that he did everything he could to make the trip as difficult as possible for me so that I wouldn’t try it again.), and I had to be back in time so that he wouldn’t miss any time from work.
All that was fine and good, except for the small detail of the Milwaukee show. I really wanted to go! I was already going to be in the area (it’s about an hour and a half from Chicago), and it seemed like such a small thing. So, I told my friends to count me in on the ticket, and I’d deal with the consequences later. Much later.
The truth is, the show was outstanding and I was not wrong in my decision to get the ticket. Our seats were great, the band saw the signs we’d made for the show, and at one point we’d even gotten a wave from Roger Taylor as he stood off stage during The Chauffeur. (We were wearing light up horns and he saw them. Yes, we really wore them, and at the time it was fun. Thank goodness that tradition has been left in the past!) That night also marked the first time I’d ever waited outside of a theater for the band to leave…and the first time we ever attempted to follow them back to their hotel in Chicago! It was the first time we’d ever gotten a hotel room for the pure purpose of storing luggage (a tradition that I am hoping we’ve kind of left in the past – I require a bit more sleep now than I did seven years ago!), and it was the first…and last time, I ever lied to my husband about a concert….except for that time in New York City for the fan show…. (another blog for another day!)
I don’t quite remember how long it was after that show that I finally came clean about the tickets, but I doubt it was long. The thing about my husband is that he’s very smart. He sees the anomaly very quickly when things are odd, and so I have little doubt he already suspected that I’d gotten a ticket before I’d even left. Thankfully since that time my husband has figured out that this obsession isn’t really going to go away, and he also understands why I go to more than one show. He also understands why I’ve traveled overseas to see them. Twice.
Since that show, I’ve seen the band “a few times”. I’ve traveled to see them more than I’ve seen them here in my state, actually. While I’m the first to admit that my traveling has been expensive, I don’t think my husband really minds much beyond the cost. When this whole obsession started for me in recent times, I think the one thing Walt was concerned about was that we’d somehow grow apart. I’d have my fun times and experience things without him, and from there we’d have separate lives. Oddly, exactly the opposite happened. I had my own stories to share with him, and I always do. I love that my conversations include far more than just what goes on here in the house on a daily basis. It used to be that when I’d have the chance to get out of the house, travel to a show and see my friends, I felt like it was an escape from captivity. It’s funny, now that I feel like I have the freedom to travel (within reason), I’m much more content here at home, too – and so is my husband.
While I wouldn’t recommend lying to your husband about getting tickets to see Duran Duran, I would wholeheartedly encourage anyone to go and see them. I run into so many fellow moms who ask how my husband is with my traveling to see the band. To begin with, I don’t go that often. Twice a year at most – and typically my trips are for long weekends (4 or 5 days…5 is pushing it, my husband says!). I don’t usually expect the impossible. I can’t be gone for 6 weeks on a tour, and really – I would miss my family if I did. (no really, I would!!) Also, as turnabout IS fair play, I should share that my husband is gone at least once or twice a WEEK these days. They are typically “day trips” that means he takes our oldest to school, gets on a plane, and is gone until about 11 o’clock at night. He likes coming home to sleep, even if it’s just for a few hours. Then there are the extended trips, which means he’s gone for about a week or so. Those happen 5 or 6 times during the year, and we all hate those due to the time differences. (His travel is typically to the Far East or the UK/Europe) So, we’re used to the travel here in our house. Of course, his is for work..and mine is for research, *coughs* and fun! I always tell fellow moms and fellow wives that it’s important to have your own interests. Being married does not mean losing your own identity. That’s a common thing that women seem to forget, especially when they marry young as I did. I really can’t explain how liberating it feels to be able to share my own experiences and stories with my family. I think it’s important for my kids, but especially my 15 year old daughter to see that even when you’re married and have a family that a woman really can and should have her own interests that don’t necessarily include the rest of the family.
Did Duran Duran save my marriage? Interestingly enough, in some respects – they really kind of did!