Big thanks to McH for just feuling my obsessive need for all things Duran Duran. You know, I'm totally fine when they're across the pond working on their album. No big deal, right?
Flash forward to today: Apparently they're playing at an Arbonne convention at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas this weekend and now every little molecule in my body is dying to drive down and stalk, er, see them again.
I love this picture, by the way. Is it a coincidence that Nick (
my fave - have I mentioned that before?) happens to be in the middle and wearing a pink tie? I think not. Thanks for the shout out, babe. I love you, too.
So, I've been feverishly searching online for a ticket or a way to get into this show. Here's the thing - as we all know, I BARELY survived the encounter with Nick, Simon, and Roger last year. Were I to see them again, I'd probably faint in their presence this time (
instead of just having a full-on panic attack right in front of them). They're probably still talking about the crazy girl who lost her shizz upon meeting her true love forever band, Duran Duran. I should probably just stay put.
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