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Feel the New Day: What’s your theme song?

Every once in a while, Duran Duran puts out a question on social media that makes me think. This morning, as I was quickly scanning through Twitter, I saw a tweet from them asking about personal theme songs.

That tweet made me stop and think a little. My knee jerk reaction was to go with a favorite song, but those favorites aren’t necessarily theme songs—they’re just songs I like. For example, my very favorite DD song is still “Is there Something I Should Know”, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that song SPOKE for me in that way, exactly. I just fell in love with it from the first listen and it’s stuck with me. By the same token, I’ve had a few songs become sentimental favorites along the way because they came out at particular points in my life, and perfectly described how I was feeling or what I was going through in those moments. “Finest Hour”, and “Red Carpet Massacre” are two songs that come immediately to mind.

When “Finest Hour” came out on Astronaut, I immediately took the song to heart because it was describing exactly how I felt at the time in my private life. I was also rediscovering who I really was as a Duran fan, and to some extent, I was learning about myself as well. The song really kind of epitomized that moment for me.

“Red Carpet Massacre”, the title song from the album of the same name, was released in probably my darkest time. I’ve written about my feelings about the album and even what I was going through personally, but the more I listened to this song, the more I felt that it described the nature of this fan community at times. The album came out during a time when I was just really starting to see the cutthroat nature of fans, and so at the time, the song really did become a sort of theme!

In the years since, I’ve had moments where various songs have become my sort of personal theme. “Late Bar”, “Secret October”, and even “Rio” have all taken their turn as my theme of the moment or day.  Right now though, I feel as though “Sunrise” describes it best for me. I’m looking for that new day to come. I have the sense that life is about to take a turn for my family, and I’m waiting to see how that’s going to play out. I’m trying to see it all as positive rather than dwell on the negative part, because hopefully that will be short-lived (Which is that my husband is currently sitting in my son’s room, which he’s converted into his temporary office space, looking for a new job).

So, what’s your theme song?

-R

You caught me in your web of youth: Those young Duranies

January 11th has got to be one of the most boring days on the Duran Duran history calendar, I swear. There are only three items of interest on this date, one of them being that they performed at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta in 1989.  That would have been during the Big Thing tour, I believe. Let us know if you were there!

As I was typing this, I thought of my friend Michael, who I believe is from the outskirts of Atlanta (or else I’m really getting this screwed up, in which case I still implore you all to stick with me…there really is a point, I promise!) Then I thought about the year 1989. I’m thinking Michael wasn’t even born yet…which blows my mind, to be honest.

You see, Michael is about one of the coolest Duranies I’ve met. It isn’t that he’s a rock star, or that he knows Roger Taylor personally, or that he’s a distant relative to Andy Taylor (none of which is true, at least that I’m aware of…), it is that Michael is young. By young, I don’t just mean younger than me. I mean that Michael is only two years older than my oldest! He’s YOUNG. And he’s a Duranie.

(and he put up with Amanda and I in Las Vegas, which probably should earn him some sort of medal)

Now, I don’t mean to pick on Michael, by now he’s probably reading this and wondering why on earth I had to go picking on him today, but it is people like my friend Michael that still give me great hope. He flew across the country to go to the show in Las Vegas, he hung out with some really great people (Amanda and I aside, the group he hung with were wonderful), and he really loves Duran Duran. I can’t even get my oldest to listen to Duran Duran.

Well, that’s not really true. She hears them while shopping, or even in the gym, and texts me things like

“IT IS A CURSE!”

“DO YOU PAY THEM TO FOLLOW ME?”

“I AM GOING TO HEAR THEM WHEN YOU DIE AND THEN WHAT, MOM??”

The thing is, I love that Michael found Duran Duran. And I’m really thankful he came to our Daily Duranie party. I love that there are young people who love the same band I grew up listening to, and that despite our obvious range in ages, we have this band in common. How cool is that?

Often, I’ll see younger fans post on Tumblr or even Twitter, and invariably, some older “get off my lawn” type of fan (basically someone like me, I guess!) will shoot them down and destroy their dreams in a single response.  Sometimes warranted, other times, it is just inhospitable. Sure, we’re all different. Times and music have changed. Yet, if we stop to think for a moment, we do have that band in common. It is the music between us.

Yep, on this date in 1989, Duran Duran played the Fox Theatre in Atlanta, and that was way before my friend Michael was a twinkle in his mom’s eye…little did we all know the best was yet to come in the decades ahead, right?

-R

I came by invitation to general Chelsea mayhem

A fandom is populated by many different types of personalities. Some people are quiet and reserved, some are very outgoing with strong personalities, and still others are there solely for the object of interest itself.

As one might imagine, the same holds true for Duran Duran. Not everyone is here to interact with other fans. Some are here solely for the band. Some just want the music and don’t care about the band itself, other fans, or any of that. Others are curious about other fans but they’re not the type to jump in with both feet. Still others really want to create connections with other fans.

Durandemonium 2018 is going to be a fantastic, VIP-style, non-stop party. If you decide to accept our invitation and attend, you should know that you’re going to be in exceptional company with people who love Duran Duran, but also value friendships they’ve made (or will make) in this community. Those relationships and memories will more than withstand the career of the band, by the way.

The people who attend Durandemonium won’t be there to chase down the band as they go from black Escalade to elevator.  They aren’t expecting the band to play (however awesome that might seem!).  They will be there to celebrate being a fan and sharing that sort of kinship with other fans of Duran Duran. Our guests will arrive knowing that we are celebrating forty years of fandom, and the best way to do that is with one another. There will be singing and dancing, merriment and debauchery, but it will be our guests making it all happen. It will be those memories, from an exclusive weekend with like-minded friends, that carry them to the next tour and beyond.

There is nothing wrong with fans who plan their vacations around Duran Duran’s tours. Been there, done that myself more than once and my car has the mileage to prove it! I applaud the people who are so driven to shake Nick’s hand or get the best picture of Simon or Roger that they’ll wait all weekend for them. I love the avid concert goers that will drive all over the country just to catch the band in concert one more time. These are people after my own heart.

However, there are a ton of opportunities that already exist for fans like that. They’re called tours.  This party is for the cool people.

Everyone can be a fan, but not everyone can attend Durandemonium.

-R

 

 

I light my torch and wave It – video for New Moon filmed 34 years ago!

Not even gonna lie, I love to light my torch and wave it for the New Moon on Monday.

This darn song. It got me from the very first listen. The video certainly did NOTHING to stop me as it was filmed in France on this day in 1984.

Yes, I know the band apparently hates this video. “The dancing” they say. Oh please, Simon. We see you and Mr. “Danceophobia-arms” John Taylor at every single show. Yes, the dancing. We love you for it.

I. Love. It.

Naturally, it’s not JUST the video. I adore the anthemic nature of the song. It is like a giant “call to arms” for all Duran fans.

(note to band: Planet Roaring could have TOTALLY been the follow-up. I’m sad you missed the opportunity to send the song blazing at every single show. Alas…I’ll get over it. Eventually.)

I did love every single second of singing New Moon on Monday at the top of my lungs on the Paper Gods tour, though. There was something very special about hearing the absolute roar go up from the crowd when Sunrise would morph into New Moon. It woke the crowd up as we were transported back to 1984. I felt my teenage energy bursting at the seams, and I just know that the crowd must have been glowing for the band every single night when they’d sing this song. So sure, I’m going to watch the video today. I need no excuse, but anytime I can celebrate another year of my torch being lit because of this song and video in my life, I’ll do it!

-R

Durandemonium is coming. Again.

So what is this I hear about a Durandemonium convention in August? Whose crazy idea was THAT?!?

I hate to say it, but I think I might be the guilty party.

Imagine the scene: we’re at the Daily Duranie “Late Bar” party in Vegas, everyone is having fun and a few people have asked when we’re going to do a convention. I look around and realize that yeah, we probably could have a pretty rocking convention right here in Hard Rock Live. It’s a very versatile, exclusive yet open, space for meeting, partying, dancing, etc. Could we pull it off?

I mention it to Amanda, who I think may have threatened me with bodily harm. I can’t really remember now, come to think of it! I do know she did ask me several times if I meant it, and I played it off. It’s one thing to suggest it in jest, another to say it and mean it. I needed to think.

I drive home from Vegas, go through the New Year, and really start considering whether or not the idea is even worth discussing further. A few people ask about it, which does nothing to quell the idea. Amanda and I talk about it on Friday night, and we agree to throw it out to the community by way of a poll.

A poll isn’t very scientific, and the results are only as good as the sample size. Even so, a poll generates discussion, and the reaction might tell me whether or not it’s worth looking into. Amanda and I chuckle as we post the poll on Facebook and Twitter. We assume we’ll get less than 50 people to even answer.

Wrong.

We had fifty people respond by late Friday evening, and most were positive. This was a surprise, particularly since we made sure to indicate that ticket prices were likely to be over $200 a person for a Thursday evening through Sunday noon convention.

Nope, conventions are not cheap. They’re absolutely not free. I know that we do our meet-ups for free – and we really shouldn’t, because even those require some menial things that Amanda and I have just agreed to pay for over the years and not mention it, but a convention is very different.

It is a finely tuned balance. The risk is enormous, because we have to choose a city that Amanda and I can easily get to, as well as somewhere that fans WANT to visit. When we are planning, we have to consider how many tickets need to be sold in order to break even.  One way we encourage people to join us, is by having conventions in places that people already want to go.

That typically means sticking to larger cities, and those big cities cost money. No matter what city is chosen, we read posts from people who want to come but insist that the convention be closer to them, like in their own hometown. No matter where we choose, there is always going to be a city that is cheaper, a time of year that is better, a place we haven’t visited, etc. We do our best, and so far, we haven’t had a convention in the same city twice.

With all of that taken into consideration, is it any wonder why so few conventions happen in this fandom?

We soldier on because the one truth that Amanda and I hold most dear is that being a die-hard fan of Duran Duran is about far more than just the band. There is certainly room for those who care little about making friends and are just around to see Simon, John, Nick & Roger – and there’s something to be said for those people. They buy the same tickets and support the band in the same way we might. However, the friendships made along the way have made my  journey far sweeter.  Amanda and I believe that so fervently that we want to help facilitate more of those opportunities for fans to meet and befriend one another outside of a concert setting. In turn, those friendships are what create and maintain the community. It isn’t what Amanda and I post here on the blog that does that.  Not even  the events we plan create community. The friendships and bonds between people are what do that. Sometimes though, these conventions and meet-ups help to bring people together, and that is why we plan them.

Those who have been to other conventions and even meet-ups like the one in Vegas with us know this to be true. Somewhere along the way, it really does become the friendships that matter most. I met my best friend at a fan convention. I know other people met their closest Duranie friends at our last Durandemonium convention.  I saw a group of people who had mainly interacted online become better friends in Las Vegas, bonding over the band, karaoke and late night pizza. It wasn’t due to Amanda or myself that those things happened, but it sure gave me joy to witness it. That’s why we keep going. I love seeing people come together over the love of a band. The music is between us, and it bonds us. That’s worth celebrating. With this year marking the 40th anniversary of the very beginnings of Duran Duran, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than with people who love this band as much as I do.

That thought is what will keep me going until August.

Durandemonium is coming.

-R

 

Back to work in so many ways!

Today is my first day back at school after the holidays. I think it is fair to say that I’m not ready, I’m going in under protest, and I nearly pitched a fit when the alarm went off at 5am.

The whole “I need a paycheck thing”…gah. Gotta go to work. So I am, with a smile on my face and all the hope in the world that I have a great week ahead. At least my co-pilot (my youngest) will be with me today. The very best thing about my job is that when I walk out of the office to supervise recess, I see her smiling face as she runs to give me a hug. That pretty much makes the whole thing worth the effort, every single day.

It’s not just my paying gig that keeps me going, though. I have big plans for this blog, as well as the whole “Daily Duranie” platform in general. First off, Amanda and I have a paper to write, and a presentation to prepare for the Pop Culture Conference in March. That is huge, and likely the most important event I have this year, at least in this moment. I would like to also revamp this website because it has been the same for a few years now, and I think it is beginning to look a little stale. Also, Amanda and I are beginning to work on ideas for a little something that we’re not ready to put out in the world yet. I’ll just say that I am hoping we can all get together, even if it’s not for a show, exactly.  As I said, we aren’t ready to announce anything, but watch this space. I’m also hoping that

Then there’s the personal stuff. It’s always a balancing act between Daily Duranie and my everyday life challenges: jobs, homes, moving, not moving, birthdays, children in college, health and happiness…the list goes on. The first of January is always a time where I feel like I’ve got to clean up, clear out, and start fresh. This year is no exception, but I will say that this time, I feel like I have a little more “fight” in me. I don’t know what that really means, but I’m looking forward to finding out!

Bring it, 2018. I’m ready to get back to work!

-R

Happy New Year 2018!

I drove home yesterday morning from a wild weekend in Vegas. I’m always tired at the end of a weekend like that, but yesterday I was also stressed (I have been writing that word a LOT lately and I really hope that settles down some in 2018).  But more on that later.

The weekend was fantastic. I saw friends, rocked out with a couple of different bands, and for a short time, forgot all about anything else and lived in the moment. I do have a list of people to thank and acknowledge, so bear with me. I know that we’ve already thanked these people but I’m doing it again because they deserve it!!

  • Thank you to Jason for offering up his Hard Rock Live to us for our Daily Duranie meet up. Above and beyond the call of duty in every single way. I don’t know how to return the favor. We can’t thank you and the management team enough for your kindness and hospitality. You made my whole weekend, and I’m not even kidding about that. (no offense Duran Duran, I’m getting to you…I promise!)
  • Thank you to Noelle Kahn for being a ROCKSTAR and jumping in to help Amanda and I out with selling raffle tickets that night. As we said in our video, logistics at these events are something we tend to forget about. If we’re busy selling raffle tickets and wristbands, it makes it very difficult for us to be good hosts. So thank you X 1000.
  • It was fantastic to meet Durandy for the very first time, and to see Kitty (Gimme A Wristband) again. They continue to inspire and remind me why I do this, even when sometimes I feel like none of it matters to anyone but me.
  • Lisa (I am being vague on purpose, but I hope your feet are doing better than they were on Saturday night when I last saw you!), both Amanda and I want to thank you for your kindness.  I know you probably feel like what you and your friend gave us was just a little thing, but it was not. People will go nuts. However, what we really appreciate even more, are the words of support from both of you. It matters more than I can properly articulate.
  • Lori and Suzie, I adore you both. I’m glad you’re my people and I hope that continues for a very long time…. you get me and haven’t even stopped to have me committed yet. Thank you for just going along with my obsessive behavior and letting me figure it out for myself that it was going absolutely nowhere. It was a good fantasy while it lasted. 😀
  • I feel very lucky to have friends that have my best interests at heart. Those of you who “show up”…whether in person or from afar, matter so much to me. You’re there when I need you, and I just want to look you virtually in the eye, since I can’t always in person, and say thank you. I mean it. You all know who you are. The hugs, the chats, even the quick smiles and waves in passing helped me to de-stress.
  • So glad I got to meet so many friends, readers, and twitter pals!

So about that show. Yes, we were in the sixth row, and yes, they were great seats. Nothing I’m about to write should get in the way of that fact. Our distractions of not one but two near-fist fights in the aisle next to us, as well as the constant persistence of people trying to get closer to the stage and the sea of people in front of us who insisted on seeing the entire flipping show through their iPhone as opposed to just watching it with their own eyes definitely provided challenges to enjoying the show.  And then there was the family of four – two parents and two very young children – behind me who were very upset when the concert started and everyone stood up. They left after the first two songs, and I felt bad because the wife clearly wanted to stay, but the husband was furious with Amanda and I because we stood up. I saw a lot of the show by peering into the space under the very tall gentleman’s arm in front of me,  as he held up his phone to video. I had to laugh, because in the end, it didn’t matter. I was seeing Duran Duran live onstage over New Years weekend! I am incredibly lucky, and I know it.

I especially enjoyed Hold Back the Rain because I could see the video screen on the wall behind the band, which showed a collage of pictures of a much younger Duran Duran. I won’t even lie about how emotional I felt when I thought about how that was my childhood up on that screen. I still have trouble getting my brain to accept that the people up on that video screen are in fact the same people on that stage…because there’s no way I could ever have gotten even this close (in proximity at a show) to those guys. There’s no way that I could possibly operate a website dedicated to that band. They were the Gods of my teen years. My brain does not compute!

If that weren’t enough, the sound was FANTASTIC. I’ve sat much farther back at some shows and yet the sound has been less-than-optimal, even if it should have been mixing well at that point.  Of course, when you’re in the front, you hear a lot from the monitors themselves and the sound doesn’t mix well at that point either. However, from where I was sitting this time, it was incredibly clear. Louder than heck, but clear. I had the chance to hear subtle things in the music I hadn’t before. Dom’s guitar part in Hold Back the Rain, John’s bass in the same song, even Sunrise and the tiny snippet of Universe Alone sent shivers down my spine. I loved the show, but there was something else on my mind that night.

Right before the show as we stood having a drink in The Chandelier, my sister-in-law texted me letting me know that my niece was in the hospital. She had been going upstairs and suddenly fainted, falling straight back and hitting her head on their tile floor. She is my only niece, and I adore her. It’s the kind of accident that a parent would have on replay in their head forever, because you want to rush to grab them but can’t get there in time. She’s in ICU now with a skull fracture and a slight brain bleed, but the most frightening part is in the process of evaluating her, they discovered an irregularity in her heart beat. It is a little more involved and more serious than I need to explain here, but she is seventeen, and is getting a pacemaker. 2018 needs to be a healthier year for my family. Enough is enough.

After the show, I tried to put my worries aside and enjoy the final evening out. Easier said than done, of course. Even with a couple of distractions, I had made the decision to get up early the next day and drive home. By 2am, my exhaustion took over and I went to bed, even though I still had people I wanted to see.

It is difficult for me to admit, but this time, the show wasn’t the highlight of the trip for me. Before anyone complains, let me explain. That doesn’t mean the show was bad or that I’m slagging off on the band. In fact, it wasn’t at all. It was just that this weekend, I really needed my friends, people who actually know me, not just the Rhonda who runs Daily Duranie with Amanda, or Rhonda-the-Duran-Duran-fan, but ME.  There might not be many people out there like that, but there are some, and I think they know who they are. I have pictures with people I haven’t seen in many years. I received great big bear hugs from wonderful, generous, kind, fans and friends who care about me. Each one filled my heart and reminded me that I belong with this fantastic tribe.

I had time to stop thinking about how awful the last quarter of this year has been and instead, look ahead to the possibilities of 2018. In truth, the band contributed. Simon said nearly those same words before he introduced Ordinary World. They helped me. I think they even helped him. It’s been a tough year for a lot of people, but the one thing the New Year seems to do – crazily so without fail each year – is give hope for better things to come. Right now, I’ll take it. ]

Happy New Year everyone. I hope I see many more of you this next year, even if the band doesn’t do many shows.  We may or may not have an idea up our sleeve to pass the time … stay tuned.

-R

Gig Review: The DB3 at The Barley Mow

In full disclosure, I was able to see Dom play last Friday. One of my friends from Facebook decided to stream the DB3 set live, and as it so happened, I came across her post just in time! As I baked gingerbread at home in Southern California, I watched Dom and DB3 play live in the UK.  I love technology. 

At the time, I didn’t really think about reviewing his show. Admittedly, I was enjoying the rock and blues, as well as appreciating his OWN music for a change. I know this changes the narrative for a lot of Duran fans who insist otherwise, but Dom can play. DD’s music does not highlight his talent nearly enough and a lot of people make assumptions based purely on how he plays music that other people wrote. It is an impossible task at best, and as I always say – he does a fantastic job, but it is nothing like how he plays the music he is most comfortable performing. But, you don’t have to take my word for it. Go check DB3 out the next time they play and see for yourselves. I sure wish I could! 

Much to my surprise, a Daily Duranie reader was in attendance that night  who was willing to take up the challenge and write a review.  A hearty thank you to Laura, whose review is below! -R 


 

By Laura

No sooner had Dom Brown tweeted a couple of weeks ago that he would be playing The Barley Mow, a lovely country pub in the quiet village of Tandridge in Surrey with his new Blues-Rock combo The DB3, we had our motorhome(RV) packed up and headed the 140 miles from our home in Bristol.

We had brought along our little Yorkshire Terrier puppy, Rio, and she was able to stay for the pre-gig food and drinks, although she had to retire to the motorhome during the sound check as it was VERY LOUD, as one of the waitresses had indeed warned us it would be.

The audience was made up mainly of Duranies, all of whom seemed to know each other and the affection between them was clear to see. It amused my husband, who has himself been to quite a few DD shows over the years, to overhear one lady mention that her own husband had been subjected to so much Duran Duran over the years that he could probably answer questions on the band on Mastermind (British TV quiz programme) himself. Like him, my husband is glad that I have other friends to “spread the love with” so he doesn’t have to go to all the DD concerts with me!

As we were eating our meal there were two chaps discussing the vagaries of the music business on the next table. They turned out to be Ian Thomas and Phil Spalding, respectively the drummer and bass player of The DB3, and Dom Brown greeted them like long-lost friends when he arrived – very appropriate as it turned out, as they had apparently not been in the same room together for 6 months-not that you would have known it from the tight, extremely enjoyable set they played. 

The band played two sets of about 45 minutes and featured storming versions of songs by Cream, The James Gang, Jimi Hendrix, The Average White Band, and B.B.King amongst others, finishing with a couple of Rolling Stones’ classics. The audience clearly knew this would not be a night for Duran Duran songs and responded enthusiastically to the bluesy rock music served up by the band, demanding two encores at the end.

For Dom Brown the gig could hardly have been more of a contrast to the big, recent arena shows with Duran Duran  – no roadies to unload the van and set up the equipment here! Dom put as much into this show in front of the thirty or forty of us there as he does in front of the thousands who fill some of the world’s largest arenas. The gig gave him a real opportunity to showcase his exceptional all-round guitar skills. In addition, Dom shared vocal duties with Phil Spalding and, despite their quip that the band had “two non-singers”, they both produced authentically bluesy vocal performances that fully complemented their playing.

Dom was in no rush to get away after the gig and happily chatted with the audience, posing for photographs and signing the CD’s which had been sold by his niece (obviously something of a family affair!) He came across as a thoroughly lovely chap—genuine, authentic and someone who really cared for the fans and who wanted them to have as great a night as he clearly had.

High praise should be given to Dom’s amazing band mates who gave him great support and who were clearly similarly enjoying themselves. Special mention to Phil Spalding who, despite clearly suffering from a heavy cold, gave it his all on vocal duties.

I hadn’t known what to expect from the show but I can honestly say it was one of the most enjoyable evenings I’ve had in a long while. It seemed that the rest of the audience did too and the band clearly had a ball. 

Many thanks to The DB3 and to Nicky of the Barley Mow for letting us camp out in the car park !

 

Laura has been a Duranie since 1982 when she was in the second year of secondary school and her friend Claire introduced this amazing new band to her that she had discovered. She’s lost count of the number of times she has seen them in concert over the years, but she’s guessing it’s been about thirty, including those abroad. She’s been lucky enough to have various friends come with her too, giving her husband Alan a night off now and again. Although he too enjoys DD, just not night after night! Her favourite concerts were the small fan club gigs which the band played after Simon’s recovery.  She never believed she’d see them in such small intimate venues and certainly not within walking distance of her home! In between tours she loves reading Daily Duranie (we didn’t even pay her to say that! – R)  and travelling. She teaches French at a secondary school in Bristol in the UK.

Christmas – The Recovery (otherwise known as Boxing Day)

Good morning, world.  Did you survive Christmas…or as most of the world calls it, Monday? Today is what Canada, the UK, and a few other parts of the world call “Boxing Day”.  We don’t really celebrate that here, at least not in the same way. We use the day to recuperate and, perhaps venture out to return things that didn’t fit or were the wrong “thing”. (thankfully we won’t be participating in that ritual today!)

I did, but just barely. My youngest, who has never, EVER woken us up early to do gifts on Christmas, ceremoniously barged into our room precisely at 7am.

“Wake up, wake up, it’s Christmas!  Santa was here! Wake up, wake up!!”

I shot up from my pillow as though I’d been struck by lightning. It took me a minute to realize what was going on, especially given that I felt like I’d just gone to sleep a minute ago (actually I climbed into bed at 2am). But that’s how my day started, and although I was still very tired, I was glad she was excited enough to wake us up.

The rest of the day was spent unwrapping, cleaning, cooking, and talking with family. I fell asleep on the couch at 10:30, went up to my bed at 11, and didn’t hear a single thing until 7:30 this morning. I’m still tired.  It was a nice holiday, and today my feet will hopefully recover as I switch gears from Christmas to Las Vegas! As I look around, taking inventory of everything that needs accomplished before I leave, I find myself wondering why in the hell I thought this was going to be a good idea. I have so much to do, and I go back to work next week!

I don’t know when Duran Duran and/or Duranies are leaving for Las Vegas, but I will drive in to Vegas on Thursday morning. Today is Tuesday, and I think this is my recovery day in between events. I’m gonna need to find some energy between now and when I arrive in Las Vegas on Thursday, that is for sure.

So, today will be spent getting some much needed writing done. I also need to get real about my wardrobe. Much to my dismay, flannels and slippers are probably not appropriate attire for a New Years weekend concert.  I’m also going to need to deal with my hair color. The list goes on.

I think I’m also going to play with my new coffee maker, which came with some sort of crazy milk frother attachment, take a nap, and play some Mario Kart with my youngest.

One thing I am not doing today though, is cooking. That’s probably going to be a shock to a few people around here, but they can figure out how to use the microwave for once. Mama is done!

Happy Boxing Day, everyone!

-R

 

‘Twas five days before Christmas…

…and all through the house, too many creatures were stirring (yes, I mean the cats. And kids. The dog too, I might add) in the very full house. Mama (that’s me) is dressed for the day, along with Papa, but all the kids are still cat-napping (except for the oldest, because her inflatable mattress – yes, we’re really THAT full here – decided to leak. Not good.). I’d love to say something about a long winter’s nap, but the truth is, we’ve been up since 7.  We’re both pretty stressed about a number of things, and let’s face it – who needs sleep anyway?

One good thing about going to Vegas next week, is that I’m going to Vegas next week to see a lot of my friends! I desperately need to see them right now, and yeah…Duran Duran, too. One very strange thing about going on a road trip to see the band at this time of year is that I haven’t thought much about it. I know I should have bought new clothes or something…and as I said the other night on Twitter, instead I’m fully prepared to show up to that fancy Vegas gig at The Cosmopolitan in flannel jammies and fuzzy slippers. I may get thrown out, but I’d be comfortable in the process. 😀

Hmm. Perhaps I’m taking this whole “we’re like FAMILY” thing a little bit too literally. No reason to scare people, I suppose. Although, the idea of wearing flannels and a pair of neon green trainers to a Duran show makes me grin a bit.

The truth is, I’m really stressed out about life right now. I’m fine from moment to moment, but when I start thinking about January and February, or what is coming down the road, particularly if it takes Walt a while to find a new job – I can feel the panic begin to rise.  Sometimes writing the blog can distract me, but this morning, it’s not happening. I cannot recommend this as a good way to go through the holidays, and yet my family has done it before. Seven times, actually.

Basically, I need the diversion that only a great concert and time with friends can provide, but the last thing I can really put any amount of time, effort, pain and/or suffering into at the moment is my wardrobe. I’ll come wearing clothes (you all can thank me later). The band should just be ready to make me forget about reality, if even just for a little while. If memory serves, they’re pretty good at doing just that.

-R