Birmingham, Nottingham, Liverpool & London…

This is your warning.  I leave US soil in just over 24 hours.  Are you ready?

I’m frantically posting something witty (well, I’m trying!) before I run quick like a bunny to pick up my youngest from preschool, convince her that no, we really don’t have to play at the park today for an hour before coming back home for lunch, and then getting myself back here so that I can ferociously clean at least the downstairs area of our house before I finish packing tonight.  Then there’s the little matter of actually spending some time with my family, and my husband, before I leave tomorrow.

There’s simply no way I’ll get it all done.  I took a precious 90 minutes out of my day today to go and have a pedicure – something I almost NEVER do these days (funny how having a preschooler will do that to you), and then I was talked in to a manicure while I was there.  I have pretty hands and toes now.  🙂  It was wonderful until I realized that I have to bake a batch of cupcakes at home this afternoon on top of everything else I still have to finish….*sigh*

Still no news on “our fearless leader”  (as an aside – are we really sure Simon isn’t afraid of us?  I’m kinda thinking maybe he should be.  I’ve SEEN the way some of us act in front of them.  Quite honestly, I’m afraid FOR him.  Hmm….maybe it’s different in the UK….)  I’m coming for ya, Simon.  4th row Birmingham.  Still praying to whatever gods are out there that the show goes on.  You’ll recognize me and my group because  and I would bet money that if you go on stage as planned – at least 3 out of the 4 of us in my group will be crying at some point throughout the show.   Why the tears?  Are you kidding?  First of all, it’s a dream come true to see them on their own home soil.  Can’t get better than Birmingham for that.  Secondly, it’s been one HELL of a long road to get there.  Thirdly, jet lag.  It does crazy things to the emotions.   I’ll wave to you if you catch my eye.  😀

So, I hope you all understand that I’m in need of making a very hasty good-bye here.  I’d love to stay longer and chat, really I would – but I have a preschooler to tame into submission, a house to clean and a plane to catch.  (yes, in that order!)  I can’t tell you all how excited I am for this day to finally be here, and for those of you who are coming to any of the meetups in any of the towns we’re visiting – I am SO looking forward to meeting you.  I promise to do my best to keep you all updated on what we’re doing, whom we’re hanging with, etc!  Love to you all, and the next time I blog – it’ll be from the UK!   (oh and BTW – we *will* have WiFi and access to Twitter and Facebook while we’re there.  No worries!)

Cheers!  -R

By Daily Duranie

Once upon a time, there were two Duran Duran fans. One named Amanda, the other named Rhonda. Over many vodka tonics, they would laugh about the idea of one day writing a book about their fan experiences. While that manuscript is still being composed...Rhonda thought they should write a blog. (What was she THINKING?!) Lo and behold: The Daily Duranie was born.

4 comments

  1. (Le)Bon Voyage! Yes, the pun was intended!

    Have a great time, I'm really looking forward to reading your posts from the UK and living vicariously through you guys!

    PS. Still trying to convince my husband that nowmight be a good time to visit the family in Italy since they are playing there in the summer (yes, we saw them at Foxwoods, but you can never have too much of a good thing)!

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