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There’s a World to Find

It has been a weekend!

I think this is Tuesday… I’m late, and I missed blogging yesterday. Driving by car from here to Vegas takes six hours, and it is not fun. No seriously, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

I’m going to try to catch-up from when we last left you (readers), and then do a weekend summation. I believe I’m fairly coherent after finally getting a full-night’s sleep. Let’s hope for the best, and prepare for the worst, as I like to say.

Nothing to hang on

So, the last blog was on Sunday, but that was before our final meet-up and the show. Lots to cover here, and without Amanda, well…you’ve all got to be hoping my memory is intact.

It’s not, so let’s just get that out of the way right now. Your expectations (and especially yours, Amanda), need to be very low.

*Four paragraphs just to get to this point. Wow. You all may need refreshments along with a brief intermission before this is over. Good luck!

More than she will hope for

On Sunday, Amanda and I took a walk in what felt like 350-degree heat to visit our friends Jeff and Jason (one host of the Duran Duran fan party at the Chandelier Bar on Saturday) at their pop-up DD collector shop. As we trudged through the dry desert heat, I told Amanda that I would not be purchasing, and that I hoped they didn’t mind. She replied that we were there in support, and that it was the right thing to do for friends. I figured we’d just talk a lot. I mean, who doesn’t want to talk music?!?

We walked in, and I immediately announced that I’d be purchasing the two tapestries they had available, and that I was looking to see what else I wanted. I ended up with two other books on my stack. Hey, those were for RESEARCH. Amanda bought two other books as well.

So it turns out that I do have a Duran Duran problem. My husband might have been right about that, but I’m not telling him. God, no.

Looking back she sees the pattern

After that, we went to visit our other friend Jason (I know a lot of people named Jason these days, but this one guest blogs for us on occasion!) who manages operations at the Hard Rock Cafe across the street. We were graciously given the “Daily Duranie” discount, had great food, and saw some Duran Duran videos. Who says we don’t have connections???

By that time, we had to get back to the Cosmo and get ready. Our final meet-up was that night. I felt like a dead-battery that needed a jump. We got ready and went down to the Clique.

Happy when her heart is jumping

Sadly, we’re going to need a new meeting place should the band ever play at The Cosmopolitan again. (actually, I’m kind of hoping we’re done with shows at The Cosmo and Vegas for a little while…) While they were super kind to us in December and February, in football season it is torturous, loud, and quite frankly – not music fan friendly. It *is* a sports bar, so I get it, but the environment was just far louder this time than last. No matter, our guests were good sports (no pun intended), and we made the best of it!

There’s always this panic that goes through me during the first 20-30 minutes of a meet-up. Will anyone show? Even though this time, we weren’t doing anything formal – just drinks – Amanda and I didn’t want to be at that big table are by ourselves. Thankfully, those fears were laid to rest pretty quickly. We filled the table, the area around the table, and even the table in back of us! It made me happy to see people mingling, meeting others, and hopefully even making new friends. Hey, it happened that way for Amanda and I, so why not others?

All too quickly, we were headed to the Cosmo. Funny thing about that – Amanda and I nearly got lost along the way. I always get turned around in that hotel, and this night was no exception. I started making comments about how Duran Duran may need to send out a search party for us. (“Um, Daily Duranie is missing and has sent out SOS messages…. Can anyone go find them?”) We crack ourselves up. Tears were streaming down my face as we rounded a corner and saw the massive line waiting to get in through security. Apparently, we weren’t lost at all. Go figure. Yes, we’re idiots. This is fine.

Runway Runaway

So…about that show. I don’t want to just rehash the whole thing with a blow-by-blow account. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone else about to see them, yet I do want to comment on a few things.

  • I love the way the band has changed up their set, and continues to do so. The show didn’t feel quite so completely choreographed, and I prefer not knowing what is going to happen next. It makes every single show feel fresh, and honestly – the band themselves look like they are having ONE HELL of a great time on that stage. I want to be a part of that! Oh wait, I was…along with everyone else in the audience!! Having a basic framework of a set, but then being able to interchange the songs within makes all of the difference. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. Even now, I sit here thinking that I should have just sprang for the extra shows and gone, because I can’t imagine what I might miss out on. In my head, that is exactly what you want your audience to be thinking about, too.
  • On that night, I heard Anyone Out There, Planet Earth, The Chauffeur, Sunrise (I may have actually cursed out loud when that started up because it was so unexpected and I love it!)/New Moon on Monday, Astronaut (and I’m sure I’m forgetting some)…it was fantastic. Every song was a surprise, and there was no room to be disappointed. I surely wasn’t!
  • I wanted to make another comment about Anyone Out There. Simon’s performance of this song was extraordinary. He sounded so incredible, it sends chills up and down my spine just thinking about it. What’s more, I think he knows how great he sounds – his smile was 50 yards wide, and that just made it all that much more special to hear. I loved it beyond measure.
  • Thank you for playing Planet Earth. That’s Amanda’s very favorite song, and she was overjoyed to see it performed again. I think she was on Cloud Nine after that.
  • Nicholas Rhodes…what are we going to do with you?!? Oh, the smugness. The grins. The laughter. Sure, we saw you laugh after we ducked at just the precise moment for “White Lines”. Yes, our backs were drenched, and we enjoyed the interaction!
  • The show was over so fast (they always are no matter how long the band plays), but we had such a great time! We still feel really lucky whenever the timing and universe gets together so that we’re able to see shows together, and this past weekend was no exception.

Everything familiar

Overall, the weekend was fun. It is always just a little more “extra” for the Vegas show weekends. Think about it – the fans and the band, gathered together for an extended period. It is a recipe for disaster.

I was ready to find a quiet corner and talk about our writing project, which we did in the wee hours. We could see a large group of fans on the other side of the bar, but Amanda and I decided to go for a little more solitude and peace. Turns out, we weren’t the only two people wanting a little more breathing room – but we weren’t there to stalk or do the “fangirl” thing, so we left Dom and his friend to themselves after he waved hello. Amanda and I managed to talk through a little more of the work we’ve got ahead. I’m excited about the potential with this one!

Say goodbye

Our meet-ups went very well. Going into the weekend, Amanda and I had agreed that since there seems to be many more people wanting to plan these parties, that we probably won’t do more of them after this. At the time, we felt like we’d had a good run, but that if it takes drama to just do the same thing we’ve always done – that we’ll graciously bow out and let others have a go at it. For us, the intention wasn’t a popularity contest, or for the band to acknowledge the parties. We hosted them for fun and friendship. If something was going to get in the way of that, then it was taking away from the original intent. That’s not what we want.

So, our plan was just to host whomever showed up this weekend, and just to quietly let the pre-show meet-ups go. After all, she and I could still go to a bar for pre-show drinks, and tweet it out to whomever is in the area without it being a big announcement or planned event.

Choose another road

That was before we met Jason Frye. As I mentioned earlier, he is the person who hosted the large meet-up in February, and also co-hosted the one this past weekend. At the time we planned ours, Jason immediately reached out to us, and explained he’d also put one together for the same day, but earlier and at a different bar. He enthusiastically agreed that we could have both without a problem, which was the knowledge Amanda and I carried with us for the past several months, and into the weekend.

We met Jason on Saturday, and I want to make sure he knows that we think he is wonderful in every single way. He is warm, welcoming, inclusive, and very enthusiastic about this band. In short, we’re lucky to call him a real friend. Expect to see more Daily Duranie pre-show meet-ups in the future, and don’t be surprised if you see us working directly with Jason (and Jeff too!) for whatever might be coming in 2020.

Trying to be strong enough

In just a few days, we will be celebrating our ninth anniversary (or birthday) for Daily Duranie. I never, ever thought I’d still be blogging. Thinking about it dumbfounds me. How on earth do we come up with new things to say every day?? We just do it. This site is almost like an additional appendage at this point. It is part of my day, and I don’t think I could easily stop. Duran Duran and Daily Duranie occupy the same sort of space in my heart.

It isn’t always easy. I’ve found that when I persevere through the not-so-fun times, the validation is on just the other side. This weekend proved that point over and over. I get a lot out of writing this blog. Much of it on a deeply personal level, and most of the time – I’m quiet about it. These types of weekends though give me the more tangible moments. Big hugs from friends. Laughing until I cry. Listening to someone sharing their big fan story. Seeing someone get emotional over our blog. Hearing someone tell me that they can attribute many of their friends to going to one of our events. That stuff is priceless to me.

Maybe I am not explaining it well. I don’t work for a living. Sadly, not even our website ads pay off that much! Cooking, cleaning, taking kids to wherever…feeding my zoo… that is what I do. Much of it doesn’t come with “atta-girl” moments. There’s not really a Friday paycheck, for that matter. I collect all of that “pay” when I go to these events, or when someone emails us to tell us how much they adore something we’ve done. A lot of my validation comes from the subtle and not so subtle thank-you’s, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me as a person. Forget Daily Duranie, or even being a Duran Duran fan – hearing that something I did actually matters to someone else – blows me away. So I tuck all of that into my heart for reflection on the days when I need it most. Thank YOU for reading.

More tomorrow.

-R

Coming Out of My Cage

(yes, I know that’s a line from The Killers’ “Mr. Brightside”. It fit, and I’m in a hurry. Sorry!!)

This is going to need to be a super quick post, because I’m chin-deep in tasks that must be accomplished before I am allowed out of my cage tomorrow.

Alright, I’m kidding about the cage – but I really do have a lot to finish. You’d think the house could run itself for four or five days, but that’s not the case at all. Unfortunately, my husband is so used to me doing it all so that he can focus on his job, that he really isn’t going to be able to take over seamlessly during my absence. I’m just hoping the youngest makes it to school on time, isn’t left at school at the end of the day, and that no one (including the cats, dog & chickens), dies…which concerns me because at our last discussion, my husband said that feeding the chickens wasn’t his first priority, and that maybe I could just leave out enough food and water so they could manage until the weekend when he’d have time.

At some point, I’m going to use that last sentence in reference to something my husband needs for himself….so I’ve filed it away for later. Meanwhile, I’ve got things to do!!

I’d genuinely forgotten just how difficult it is for me to leave when school is in session – we homeschooled for so long that I grew accustomed to having flexibility. Yeah, not so much these days. This is the last time I’ll try to go anywhere during the school year, that is for sure. It isn’t easy when you don’t have support, and I really don’t have someone that can double for me around here.

Speaking of which, I need to remember to write down the schedule for feeding the animals…along with what to feed them!!

Moving on…tickets are printed, snacks have been bought, and I’m still working on laundry while I ask myself why I ever thought this was a good idea anyway. *sigh* Yes, it’s pretty much the same as normal around here. I’m pretty sure I’ll be reminded “why” tomorrow night as I cheer during (oh yes) “Hungry Like the Wolf”.

Off to fluff, fold, and eventually PACK!

-R

We’ll Light Up the Land

Welcome to Tuesday, or as I like to call it – two days before I leave for Palm Springs! I have a million items on my “to-do” list. I have a full-house of family. To top it off…we had no electricity from about 7am yesterday until about 1am today. Oh, and it’s also been about 100 degrees here during the day. So…yay?

It’s Travel Time!

I saw that some members of the band were already making their way to the west coast, or may already even be here, which is very exciting. It’s hard to believe the time has nearly arrived. I’m looking forward to seeing Amanda and my other friends this weekend!!

The thing is, and I think most will understand – I would swear it takes a super human effort to make it all happen sometimes. Getting out of here is going to be nuts. There are scheduling issues, I’m having to remind my husband of school start and dismissal times for my youngest, the chickens are something that my husband doesn’t not normally manage….and the laundry.

Oh….the laundry right now… ugh. Thanks PG&E for taking 18 hours to get our electricity back working. But hey, we’ve got power!!

Vegas Parties and Meet-ups!

Just a reminder that we are meeting for drinks in the Clique Bar on the first floor of the Cosmopolitan, both nights before the show. We’ll be there around 5pm, and everyone is welcome to join us. This is meant to be an informal, relaxing, and judgment-free gathering. If that’s something that appeals to you, and you’ve got time before the show, by all means come down and say hello. We’d love to hang out! There are snacks and small plates available at the. bar as well, which is one reason why we choose this place as our pre-show hangout in Vegas.

There is also a party hosted by other Duran fans taking place in the Chandelier Bar at 1pm on SATURDAY. We encourage everyone to do as much or as little as they’d like. The whole point is to meet people and have a blast!

Oh yes, there are several of us getting into Vegas on Friday afternoon that have decided to get together for early evening drinks. If you’re going to be in town early on Friday and don’t have plans – let me know!

Lastly… If anyone is still looking for Vegas tickets – I know of someone who may still have tickets available for 9/7 (Saturday) in Floor 4. Send me an email (dailyduranie@gmail.com) and I’ll connect you.

Can’t Forget Palm Springs

I don’t know if anyone is headed to Palm Springs on Thursday, but I will be there along with my sister. Our schedule is pretty tight that day, given that we’re driving from the central coast to get there – but I’m hoping to see people before and/or after the show! We’re not staying at the Agua Caliente this time, but we’ll be around.

I’m off to spend some time with my sister and oldest daughter…and tackle the to-do list!

-R

Now I’m Lying Here Waiting: September 2019 US Shows

Here I am, I’m a dotted line

By now, you’ve likely heard that Duran Duran is coming back to the states this summer and doing additional dates surrounding the KAABOO Festival in Del Mar, California. (It’s a tiny little town just north of San Diego).

The additional shows are as follows:

September 7 & 8 at The Chelsea in the Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas, Nevada.

September 10 & 11 at Mountain Winery in Saratoga, California.

September 13 at Lake Tahoe Outdoor Arena at Harvey’s Casino, Nevada.

Cut the corner, stick me to your door

So, let’s just address the very large, pink-spotted elephant in the room and get it over with. Yes, they’re coming back to the west coast. Yep, this is the third time they’ve played Vegas, and not only Vegas but the same venue in the past 18 months. I know, I know, they’ve played America a lot lately. I am feeling like I need to apologize to the rest of the world, and yet these choices in places, dates, and venues have absolutely nothing to do with me personally. I just am a fan who can potentially reap the benefits (or deplete my bank account by purchasing tickets).

Obviously, these are business decisions. The band has mentioned before that they don’t have a lot of input with where they tour or play gigs. Somehow, I suspect that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier, and I have to respect that. I am ever hopeful that they play in other places besides Denmark, Iceland and the west coast of the US.

That said, could it be that this third set of shows at The Chelsea is Duran Duran’s version of a residency? In the past, Amanda and I have commented on the potential for Vegas residencies here on the blog. Many artists do them. Duran Duran is not one to blindly follow the current, instead – they do their own thing. Could it be that this is their idea of playing several shows in the same place without committing to the same venue and city for weeks on end? It’s not really a residency, but I have to ask – how often do you see artists playing the same venue three times over the course of a year and a half that aren’t playing residencies in some form or another? Food for thought.

I’m a man who stepped off the path

The other, slightly less obvious (?!) elephant has to do with ticket prices. I’ve seen many fans experiencing varying levels of sticker shock since yesterday. Here are the levels of VIP ticketing and pricing being offered:

There are three VIP packages available for these 5 concerts. Members can purchase a maximum of two (2) tickets per person for Las Vegas and four (4) tickets per person for Saratoga and Lake Tahoe.    

1) The Ultimate Front Row Backstage Tour VIP Package. $600 + Ticket Price:

  • 1 Front Row Ticket
  • An exclusive “behind the scenes” escorted Backstage Tour
  • Unforgettable pre-show on-stage photo opportunity 
  • A limited edition autographed Duran Duran photo
  • A custom designed logo’d tote bag
  • Commemorative VIP Tour Laminate with Lanyard
  • An exclusive to Ultimate package stylish logo’d Toiletry Bag
  • An exclusive to Ultimate package logo’d bluetooth speaker
  • Logo’d Bluetooth noise reducing rechargeable headphones
  • Logo’d stainless steel tumbler

NOTE: There is no meet and greet associated with this package. Details of the backstage tour will be emailed no later than 4 days before the show. The merchandise will be mailed.  

2) The GOLD VIP Package. $175 + Ticket Price 

  • One Premium Ticket in rows 2-8-
  • A custom designed logo’d tote bag
  • Commemorative VIP Tour Laminate with Lanyard
  • Logo’d Bluetooth noise reducing re-chargeable headphones
  • Logo’d stainless steel tumbler

There is no meet and greet, experience at the venue or parking associated with this package. Merchandise will be mailed.  

3) The BRONZE VIP package. $65 + ticket price

  • One Premium Ticket (typically in rows 9 through 20)
  • A custom designed logo’d tote bag
  • Commemorative VIP Tour Laminate with Lanyard

There is no meet and greet, experience at the venue or parking associated with this package. Merchandise will be mailed.  

We will also offer regular pre-sale tickets which you can purchase on its own (not part of any package)

The world spins so fast

I’m going to be blunt: You want to sit in the front row? You’re gonna have to pay, and pay dearly. The law of demand and supply is in effect here. It’s going to be painful, and we’re all going to hate it. However, if you want to be in the White Lines Spit Zone, or stare deeply into John’s eyes as he’s playing Come Undone or Hungry Like the Wolf, it’s going to cost you.

Me? Oh hell no! I’ll happily sit a few rows back so that I can keep paying my son’s college tuition! (it’s not any cheaper than VIP, I’ll say that much!)

I might fly off

So with that, we’re back to the pre-sale anxiety jig. Will I get tickets? Are they going to be too far back? How many shows can I feasibly get away with buying? Watching the Ticketmaster countdown clock tick down to go time… It is definitely a love/hate relationship. Are you with me?

On the other hand, seeing shows added made for a very lovely Mother’s Day. Seeing as my darling husband went to the trouble of printing out an online Mothers Day card for me while I was out at the crack of dawn feeding our chickens and cleaning their coop….I am ready to buy ALL of the Duran Duran tickets.

Well, not really all of them. After all, there’s a two-ticket limit for Vegas and a four-ticket limit for the Saratoga and Lake Tahoe shows.

Meanwhile, my mother arrives tomorrow for an extended visit, I have a house to clean, groceries to buy, a bed is being delivered, hotel and pet kennel reservations to make, and a graduation to attend this weekend. It is crazy…as usual!

-R


“Live” From a Hallway Around the Corner from The Chelsea

Since we’re together, we decided to do a video blog!  We don’t mind saying it took us five times before we finally got through the first sentence without laughing (no idea why)…and we were recording this in what amounts to a hallway around the venue, but you know, it’s the thought that counts!

Short but sweet…enjoy!

-A&R

My Name is Rhonda, and I am an addict.

 

My name is Rhonda, and I am an addict.

On Tuesday I ran across a rumor. You may have heard or seen it yourself, although I didn’t see many people talking about it. Apparently word was out that Duran had plans to play at The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas on December 30th. Like many of you, I rolled my eyes. Sure they were coming all the way back here again this year, I thought. Definitely. Just as soon as they send me a personal invite.

I put down my phone and began my typical morning tasks: coffee, feeding my zoo, and getting myself to work in a timely manner. I begin thinking about this rumor more and more as I finish greeting students at our gate in the morning and walk back to my “office”(which is actually a library and I sit at a folding table…which is the OPPOSITE of glamorous).

They couldn’t possibly come back again, right? Even IF they are, there’s no way I’m going. After all, its New Years. I can’t see them playing one show. One show? That’s dumb! It’s so much hassle to bring equipment here… Nah, I can’t see it. And even IF this is true, there’s no way I’m mentioning this to Walt. He’s at his wit’s end with this stupid band as it is. 

I get on to attendance, clearing out old files, and setting up new students in my system. It is kind of slow day, the first I’ve really had this school year, which is weird.  I decide to send Amanda a text, because yes – I am an addict.

I hesitate to use the words “Duranie Alert” in my text because A. it’s just a rumor, no matter how solid my friend thinks it is,  and B. that’s like pulling the fire alarm when there’s not really a fire. It seems funny to watch everyone scramble at the time, but in the end, somebody is sitting in the principal’s office and the next time you really NEED to sound the alarm, maybe no one will respond. So, I just tell her what I know. I suspect she takes extra long to answer because she’s laughing at the very thought of this show seriously happening, (not at all because she’s actually trying to do her job or something, right??)  I know better than to think she’d actually believe such a thing. I mean, it’s ridiculous, right?

She sends back a text, saying that if it’s true, we should go.

Go? What do you mean, GO? It’s the freaking holidays, Amanda! Have you lost your mind?!? There’s no way. 

Then I think back to last November. She made plans to go to Maryland without me. It was painful, but there was no changing my husband’s mind or the lack of cash in my bank account then. This year isn’t a ton different, but if they were playing in Vegas, I might be able to just drive. I mean, it’s only four hours. What’s four hours? Nothing, when you’re an addict.

No. There’s no way. We’re paying for both kids to go to school. Money is always tight around the holidays. Besides, we don’t even know if they’re really playing!! 

So I do what any normal person might. I break the news to my husband over dinner. Poor guy is in the middle of chewing when I casually mention the ridiculous rumor of Duran Duran playing on the 30th, and quickly follow the comment with “But of course I’m not going to go. I mean, that’d be crazy. I have a husband. It’s the holidays. We spend New Year’s Eve together every year…even if we don’t go anywhere or do anything and it’s really boring…..” I trail off, waiting for a declaration of war, or stony silence, which in our house, is basically the same thing.

“Would you want to go spend that time with your friends and I could just figure on doing something else?”

I pinched myself under the table to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but he was serious. I laugh it all off, because this has to be some sort of trick question. If I say “Yes”, I’m the world’s worst spouse (probably already true). If I say “No”, then I’m stuck at home for sure. I’m also half-wondering why he’s so eager to let me go and what it means by ” doing something else”, but I let that go. 

I answer by not answering. “Let’s wait and see if this is really even a thing. It’s probably not even happening.” I roll my eyes and laugh, probably a little too nervously, and a little too heartily now that I think about it. He looks down his glasses at me, which DRIVES ME NUTS. I try not to grimace, and smile back at him.

The next morning, which is Wednesday, I get up and am greeted by a text from Amanda.

I checked hotels last night—I should not have,  but they weren’t too bad.

The plane ticket will be expensive but I won’t worry about that.

Wait, we’re at plane tickets already? We don’t even know if this show is happening!!

I answer back saying something about checking hotel prices and how that’s going to be a fortune, and mention that I’m seeing other cryptic messages from Duranies. We agree to keep a look out, and we both get back to work.  I send out a random tweet. Why? Because I’m an addict.

“TMW you start planning in advance for the thing you said you weren’t going to do yesterday.”

People “like” the tweet, which makes me smile.

I assume these people don’t realize that I’m an addict. Then again, maybe they know.  It’s fine, I know I am, too. I’ve got it perfectly under control. Totally. 

Amanda and I text throughout the day because the more I’m seeing, the more convinced I am that something is happening. That same friend who broke the news has now called The Cosmopolitan and is told that they don’t book corporate shows during that week.  Also during the day, I’ve taken the time to contact our two travel buddies and shared the rumor about the show we have no idea will happen.

One of our friends lives in Vegas and is very skeptical this show is a “thing”. Even so, she’s going to check in with some friends she knows and see if they’ve heard anything. While all of this is going on, Amanda and I have texted back and forth hundreds, if not thousands of times. Oddly, very little cursing was done. Most of it was me explaining why I simply cannot go, and then proceeding to make plans to attend. All the while Amanda is saying that she’ll believe the rumor when she sees it from DDHQ. Then we make plans on when we’ll arrive and where we’ll stay, and whether or not we think our friends are going to join us and split the cost of the room.  We divide up our in-room alcohol Costco-run, and talk about to-go cups and lids that fit. Why?  Because that’s how we roll, my friends.

Fast forward to 6:32 pm my time on Thursday night. I am sitting in a parent meeting for my daughter’s choir group. They’re planning a VERY EXPENSIVE trip to San Francisco, and we parents are being given the budget. I am sitting, furiously punching numbers into my phone calculator app, hoping to make sense of how I’m going to pay for this crazy trip. My phone rings. Loudly. It’s Amanda…and what is her ringtone?

Oh you BET it’s Planet Earth. She almost never calls, and certainly not at 6:32 pm my time. I have to decline the call, because, well…parent meeting. I know exactly why she’s calling, because my friends, I am a Duranie. I silently shake my head slowly, and try to concentrate on instructions for how to register my child for this trip. My mind, however, is wandering in the direction of the UK. My phone buzzes. It’s Amanda, texting me. I take a deep breath, knowing exactly what she’s going to say.

It is official. That show is happening.

It has been awhile since I could send an official Duranie alert. 

At first, I close my eyes and think of all the things I’d like to say to the band if they were in front of me. Some of those things are not nice, and I admit that. I love them, I hate their planning. I love that they come here, I hate that I’m funding their retirement. I love their music, I hate that I’m addicted to their live show. Well, maybe not “hate”. Strongly dislike?  Disapprove? No… I hate that their shows cost me money. That’s it!  I open my eyes, and see that yes, the meeting is still going on. Am I actually absorbing ANY of this?? Probably not. 

I put my head down and write back, because now my mind has already boarded a plane headed for England (never mind that this is a Vegas show).

I am sitting in a parent meeting for a trip where I am going to have to spend thousands. Good lord.

Eww.

That isn’t okay. 

So of course that show is happening. 

Yep.

She sends me the email she just got, which was sent to anyone who bought VIP tickets for Las Vegas on the Paper Gods tour. Basically, the email was designed to give those of us who plunked down a wad of cash to see the band before a heads up –  we’re gonna have the opportunity to do it all again.  They don’t mention venue or cost, but the date was right, and it’s happening. I read the email, even though I’m still in that parent meeting. I take a deep cleansing breath and respond to Amanda.

I am going to cry.

Of course I didn’t. But I felt like it. Sometimes, it’s hard to be Duranie. I am weak. My willpower is just, well, it’s non-existent. I’m an addict. But I’ve got it totally under control.

The following day is Friday, and it is our normal Skype conference day. Amanda and I are working on a big project – our paper that we will present in March—and so we chat nearly once a week about real things. Not shows, not gossip, just our work. Well, mostly not anything but our work. Mostly.

By the end of the four-hour Skype session, we’d booked our hotel, checked flights, and even booked an extra day so that Amanda isn’t just flying here for two days. I mean, we can’t have that, right?  We talked about what we want to do while we’re in Vegas, who we hope to see….

All for a show that we do not currently have tickets for.

We also did some work.

On Sunday morning, I checked my email. Sure enough, there’s the email from DDM, letting me know all about the show, the pre-sale on Wednesday, and that I might need to consider selling body parts in order to attend, because yes, I’m an addict.

My friend tweets that he’s hearing tickets will be $250 as a base price. VIP Ultimate Front Row is $300 plus ticket price.  That means front row will be a spendy $550.  If he is right, and I have no reason to assume he’s wrong, that’s more than Hollywood Bowl. VIP Gold – rows 2-8, will cost $150 plus ticket price, so that’s a beautiful $400.

How about blood? At this point, I’m willing to donate perfectly good blood and/or kidneys. Anyone willing to buy a husband? I’ve got one!! I might start selling my jewelry collection on eBay, too.  I mean, why not?  Could I sell some of Walt’s tools…I mean, he hardly uses them. He might not even notice! 

I’m sitting here with a couple of questions in my head. One of which is how I’m going to afford this show. The other though is that if the band and Katy already said that the Paper Gods tour is over, does that mean we’re going to get a different set at this show??

I’m an addict. Who else would write 2046 words about a show announcement? I’ve totally got it under control, though.

-R