Where it’s gonna end up, anybody knows

This past week has brought some really nice memories to mind. It was 10 years ago today that the US leg of the Astronaut tour began in Florida. TEN YEARS AGO?!?

I feel like I just blinked and went from getting mysterious, static-filled cell phone calls from friends in various cities who wanted to share parts of their show with me to…well…this moment right here as I’m looking back on fond memories and typing away. Ten years flew right on by.

Does anyone remember how much fun we had? We were all excited and happy to be once again (or still!) obsessed with Duran Duran. Many, many people had planned to be in attendance at many of the shows on that tour. Still more of us had never had the chance to see the original five live on stage before, so this was our chance to make that happen. None of us realized until later just how special this tour really was, or could have been had Andy finished all of the dates. We didn’t know that Andy Taylor would eventually leave the band. We liked the new album (we certainly LOVED the idea that the original five were back together).

For me, 2005 was the chance to do it the way I would have wanted back in the 80s. I wanted to see all five of them live. I wanted to go to more than one show on a tour, and I wanted to go with my friends….who just happened to live at least halfway across the country from me. Only a slight geographical issue to deal with, along with a husband who couldn’t quite figure out what semi-truck (with Tiger Tiger blaring in the background, of course) had just ran him over. So badly, I wanted to seize the moment, and just go.

Funny thing about life though… sometimes even when you’re given a second chance, you can’t just up and leave responsibilities lying in the wake. I had two small children here at home, and the aforementioned husband. I had friends making plans to do week after week of traveling and shows, and I knew there was absolutely no way such things would go over well here. I would be lucky to go to ONE show, much less travel, and so I really did live vicariously through friends who threw caution and responsibility to the wind in order to travel. I wished I could have been like them. I did wish that I was more “unattached”. I loved my kids and husband, but this felt like such a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I didn’t want to miss out, yet I knew that there was no way I’d be able to do half of what I wanted. No, I was not nearly as brave as those friends who left real life behind for a while in favor of fun and a little DD-styled mayhem.

I can remember having “the conversation” with my husband just as presales began.  I had a tentative plan of attack: my friends wanted to meet in Chicago. I agreed to the plan for VIP tickets and a weekend trip. There was quite a large group of us that would be there that weekend. Since I already knew I would not be able to attend the LA date due to being on vacation, my plan was to beg and plead for a chance to go to Chicago instead, along with possibly going to the show in Las Vegas, where still more friends would be in attendance.

My husband was incredulous at my asking to not only go to a show without him, but one that was also across the country.  Additionally, he couldn’t understand for the life of him why I needed to go to Vegas as well.  “You only go to ONE show on a tour, Rhonda. There’s no point in going to two.  Absolutely not.  I WORK. You stay home and take care of the kids.  It is what we’ve always done, and there’s no need for you to be running around like you’re a teenager. Is this how you want to spend our money? ” I was furious at the idea of his resistance, but determined to at least see the show in Chicago. Oh…and YES dear, this was exactly how I wanted to spend our money. OUR money. I had earned the right to go and have some fun after years of what felt like servitude, staying at home, cooking, doing endless loads of laundry and cleaning up after two children under the age of 10 along with a slightly messier husband.  Eventually, he agreed, but not without a lot of arguing and flat-out sulking up until the day I left.  He had made sure to tell me, several times in fact, that going to this single show was fine, but that after I came home, that was it. No more traveling. (keep in mind that I’d just been to New Orleans for a fan convention a month or so prior, as well as taking our oldest out of school to go to an album signing event earlier in that month.  This after many years of never even mentioning Duran Duran….so for him this was indeed a big change.)  I agreed to his terms, all the way up until someone mentioned the Milwaukee show, which happened to be the same weekend I was going to already be IN Chicago.

The question was asked, “Couldn’t we just buy regular, non-VIP tickets for this show in Milwaukee and go?”  No one would need to stay longer before traveling home. Milwaukee was only about an hour and a half from Chicago or so, and no one really had to know.  Yes, yes …I thought. I could see this plan working.  So, the slightly more devious side of me agreed to have one of my friends buy my ticket and I’d send them money to pay them back.  Yes my friends, this is when my Duran Duran “life of crime” began.  I bought that ticket and never said a thing to my husband…

…until of course my husband found out on his own.  He’s a smart one, that guy.  So… you all can just imagine for yourselves how that conversation went….I have tried to block it all from memory at this point.

Yes, I’ve been to “a few” shows since that stolen Milwaukee show (which was FABULOUS, by the way!), and of course there’s this blog, among other things.  It’s been a wild ten years, hasn’t it?

-R

4 thoughts on “Where it’s gonna end up, anybody knows”

  1. LOL – Ah, Rhonda, you bring back sweet memories! And yes, the Milwaukee show rocked! Of course, nothing will replace that Chicago show for me! *Squeeeeeee

  2. Awesome memories for sure. Only planned to do the one show, but ended up doing six. Would do it all again in a heartbeat!!!!

  3. Awesome memories that I will cherish forever. Only planned to do the one show, but ended up doing six. Would do it all again in a heartbeat! Glad you got to see Milwaukee. One of my favorites for sure.

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