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Duran Duran
Apr. 2nd, 2005 02:29 amI'm going to have Simon LeBon's babies.
Not really, but Duran Duran was absolutely fantastic, despite some early setbacks. Right after we got dinner (italian sub for him, chicken, broccoli, and mushroom calzone for me), I asked Steven if he could go and grab the tickets from our safe. He went in and came back out, frantic. The tickets were missing. This was right around 6. We tore the apartment apart for the next half an hour. They were nowhere to be found. At 6:30, I officially gave them up for lost and called Ticketmaster, who graciously replaced them at Will Call. Crisis 1 averted.
We actually made pretty good time getting into the city, except when we got really close to the Agganis Arena. We finally got in and up to the parking garage, when we hear them talking about how it's full and they're going to have everyone who's there now back up and go elsewhere. We're paying $20 for this inconvenience, mind you. Finally, after everyone except us and the car in front of us have left, the parking lot attendant says that he can fit both of us in. Thank god! No trying to find on the street parking in Brookline.
We got in, got our tickets, and promptly headed to guest services to get them exchanged for handicapped seating. If we go anywhere that means a lot of walking or standing, I am stuck in a wheelchair. My knee just can't take it. The exchange was no problem and one of the ladies who rode up with us was kind enough to shove people aside and cart my ass into the ladies' room. She kicked someone out of the handicapped bathroom for me, in fact. So, thank you anonymous blonde lady. My bladder and I really appreciated your kindness.
The problems renewed when we went to find our seats (we had totally missed the opening act at this point.) The usher told us that we could head down the stairs to find our seats. At this point, I snapped. I asked her how the hell did she expect me to get down the stairs in a goddamn wheelchair!? Should I just have Steven line me up and push!?
She said to me "Oh. I didn't realize you were in a wheelchair." How fucking dumb must you be to not realize that? Yes, I chair carry this chair around for the hell of it. It's fun. After that, she told us she had no idea where the handicapped section was and headed off to get her supervisor. We just ducked into one of the boxes and pretended she didn't really exist.
Duran Duran played for two hours, with one encore. They opened with Sunrise. What I remember for songs were Ordinary World, Come Undone, Save a Prayer, Rio, Girls on Film, Reflex, The Chauffer, I Don't Want Your Love, Hungry Like The Wolf, Planet Earth, Careless Memory, Wild Boys, and a bunch of songs from their new album. I'd probably have a better list if Steven wasn't staring at the telly like a drooling zombie. Actually, it's a toss up between that and Text Twist. I swear to god, I'm going to block that gave. I said his name three times before he acknowledged me.
Ooh, I'm getting cranky. I need to go to bed.
After that, we got in line for souvenirs, which took a full half hour. I also can't tell you how many people stepped on me or walked right into me. I screamed at one woman who literally rammed right into my hurt knee and kept pushing because I was in her way. I was not a happy bunny. I should also mention that, by this point, I had a horrible headache from all the previous stress. I eventually got a shirt with the Nagel print of Rio on it because we didn't have enough for two shirts. Realistically, I'll probably get a girly tee off their website, post tour, when they're cheaper. We also talked to a really cool guy who had just had shoulder surgery. He had a very positive story, so that made me also feel happy.
I know it sounds like a lot of bitching above, but the concert was amazing. Steven said they were way better than the last time he saw them. The show was, in fact, good enough to actually cancel out all the crap that came before.
Oh, and one more thing before I drag Steven off to bed with me. The stage smoke they used smelled like bacon. I wish I were kidding on that. I thought I was nuts until I asked Steven about 20 minutes in. He agreed: definitely bacon. In fact, my clothes and hair still kind of smell like bacon.
Not really, but Duran Duran was absolutely fantastic, despite some early setbacks. Right after we got dinner (italian sub for him, chicken, broccoli, and mushroom calzone for me), I asked Steven if he could go and grab the tickets from our safe. He went in and came back out, frantic. The tickets were missing. This was right around 6. We tore the apartment apart for the next half an hour. They were nowhere to be found. At 6:30, I officially gave them up for lost and called Ticketmaster, who graciously replaced them at Will Call. Crisis 1 averted.
We actually made pretty good time getting into the city, except when we got really close to the Agganis Arena. We finally got in and up to the parking garage, when we hear them talking about how it's full and they're going to have everyone who's there now back up and go elsewhere. We're paying $20 for this inconvenience, mind you. Finally, after everyone except us and the car in front of us have left, the parking lot attendant says that he can fit both of us in. Thank god! No trying to find on the street parking in Brookline.
We got in, got our tickets, and promptly headed to guest services to get them exchanged for handicapped seating. If we go anywhere that means a lot of walking or standing, I am stuck in a wheelchair. My knee just can't take it. The exchange was no problem and one of the ladies who rode up with us was kind enough to shove people aside and cart my ass into the ladies' room. She kicked someone out of the handicapped bathroom for me, in fact. So, thank you anonymous blonde lady. My bladder and I really appreciated your kindness.
The problems renewed when we went to find our seats (we had totally missed the opening act at this point.) The usher told us that we could head down the stairs to find our seats. At this point, I snapped. I asked her how the hell did she expect me to get down the stairs in a goddamn wheelchair!? Should I just have Steven line me up and push!?
She said to me "Oh. I didn't realize you were in a wheelchair." How fucking dumb must you be to not realize that? Yes, I chair carry this chair around for the hell of it. It's fun. After that, she told us she had no idea where the handicapped section was and headed off to get her supervisor. We just ducked into one of the boxes and pretended she didn't really exist.
Duran Duran played for two hours, with one encore. They opened with Sunrise. What I remember for songs were Ordinary World, Come Undone, Save a Prayer, Rio, Girls on Film, Reflex, The Chauffer, I Don't Want Your Love, Hungry Like The Wolf, Planet Earth, Careless Memory, Wild Boys, and a bunch of songs from their new album. I'd probably have a better list if Steven wasn't staring at the telly like a drooling zombie. Actually, it's a toss up between that and Text Twist. I swear to god, I'm going to block that gave. I said his name three times before he acknowledged me.
Ooh, I'm getting cranky. I need to go to bed.
After that, we got in line for souvenirs, which took a full half hour. I also can't tell you how many people stepped on me or walked right into me. I screamed at one woman who literally rammed right into my hurt knee and kept pushing because I was in her way. I was not a happy bunny. I should also mention that, by this point, I had a horrible headache from all the previous stress. I eventually got a shirt with the Nagel print of Rio on it because we didn't have enough for two shirts. Realistically, I'll probably get a girly tee off their website, post tour, when they're cheaper. We also talked to a really cool guy who had just had shoulder surgery. He had a very positive story, so that made me also feel happy.
I know it sounds like a lot of bitching above, but the concert was amazing. Steven said they were way better than the last time he saw them. The show was, in fact, good enough to actually cancel out all the crap that came before.
Oh, and one more thing before I drag Steven off to bed with me. The stage smoke they used smelled like bacon. I wish I were kidding on that. I thought I was nuts until I asked Steven about 20 minutes in. He agreed: definitely bacon. In fact, my clothes and hair still kind of smell like bacon.
