The band heads to Hawaii today, and in other news – I’m here doing laundry.
Yeah, I think maybe I should have rethought the whole “not going to be a rock star” thing when I was a kid. Anybody else?? I know a few people who are going, and I’m going to openly say that I’ll be ignoring my social media for a few days because I am JEALOUS. Granted, by Monday afternoon I will be floating on my Siesta Lounge (It looks like a big blow up sofa, which cracks me up) in gorgeous Lake Siskiyou…but that just doesn’t sound as lovely as sitting on a beach or by a pool in Hawaii, the perfume of plumeria thick in the air…and Duran Duran. Come ON now, there’s really no contest.
I remember when these dates came out, and I thought about Hawaii. Who wouldn’t? The thing is, I knew not to even think twice about that trip. I didn’t think I had a single chance of getting it past Walt, and while I know many of you out there are like “My husband would NEVER tell me what I can or can’t do!” Mine can. Mine DOES, actually. And really, Hawaii is somewhere we go on vacation together.
And yeah, I suppose I could have played it off as “let’s go on vacation to Hawaii together, and then we can see Duran Duran!”, as if I was offering him the chance of a lifetime or something! Sure, I could have done that (I still don’t think he’d have bought it), but I’ve learned my lesson with taking the husband to a Duran gig. DD is the backdrop to my girls’ weekends. Those weekends are my getaway, and mixing them with a husband is not a good plan. Besides, how am I supposed to scream for Dom with Walt around? Been there, done that, and got a lecture the entire…way…home… as a result. (as an aside, I never realized how far from downtown LA I lived, until that night…) No thank you.
So, I didn’t even try. I know to stick to places that Walt really doesn’t want to go. And that’s fine, because oddly – the cities I pick to see DD are mostly all places that I do want to go.
That said, there’s a part of me that wishes I were packing for a few days of Hawaiian sun, plumeria and Duran Duran rather than two weeks of camping, mosquitos and campfires. Who wouldn’t?
Back to laundry.