I am happy to report that my dad is home! My mom, my niece and I picked him up this morning. He is a million times better than he was but it will take him some time to fully get his strength back. While he finishes recovering, I can start to return to my normal life. It, too, will take me awhile to get back to normal as everything got pushed to the side. One of the things that I find happens when something like this takes place is that my mind cannot focus on anything besides my family. I look forward to thinking about other things besides worry, status updates and doctor visits.
It has been so crazy that I haven’t been able to keep track of days, times, etc. I have noticed that my partner-in-crime has posted a couple memories on Facebook, reminding me of where we were last year on this date. Oh, yes, March 18th is one that I definitely want to remember. In fact, this is one of those dates that my Duranie self should always remember as two incredible weekends happened on this date.
In 2005, 13 whole years ago, I was in Chicago seeing Duran play at the All-State Arena. It was the first show I ever saw with Rhonda and it led us to where we are today. I tend to think of that weekend being the first bookend to my fandom. While I had been a fan before that (duh) and had even seen the band in concert before, that weekend in 2005 changed it all. In many ways, it was the perfect weekend. No, it did not feature front row seats or a meet and greet with the band. Yet, it was so much fun that I became addicted to this fandom thing and to touring.
What made it so fun? It was definitely a combination of factors. First, I knew a bunch of people attending this show and called them all my friends. Most of us were staying at the same hotel, resulting in multiple late night parties. We ended up closing the hotel bar both nights and still were not ready to call it a night as hotel rooms became gathering places for late night/early morning conversations and laughs. The strong connection carried over to the concert venue as the show was enhanced by engaging looks and acknowledging moments with each other. Okay, it didn’t hurt that we were in the 3rd row in front of John Taylor, either. Then, of course, Rhonda and I along with some other friends continued the fun the next day at the show in Milwaukee. By the end of the night, Rhonda and I were so ridiculously tired that we ended up laughing at nothing for hours. When Rhonda left that Sunday, we both knew that we had found touring partners for life. I knew that I had found something so fun that I would do a lot to experience it all over again.
Fast forward to 2017, a full 12 years later, and Rhonda and I found ourselves at another weekend. This time, it was closer to Rhonda’s neck of the woods in California. While we might have been surrounded by different friends, it was still an amazingly fun weekend with great shows, late nights, partying and more. I wouldn’t say it was the same at the weekend in Chicago but it was just as good, including more amazing seats. My addiction had been fed. In fact, it was such a great weekend that I thought to myself that if that weekend was the last tour, it would provide the best bookend possible to this touring thing. It didn’t become that touring bookend as more shows followed, but I would have been more than okay with that.
Truly, I realize how lucky I have been. Not only is my Dad better and back at home, but I have had the good fortune of having some amazing weekends with friends and Duran Duran.