I should start this by pointing out a few things. First of all, some of what I say in this post isn't going to make sense because I wrote it on Friday, but didn't post it because by the time I got done, I was too lazy to proofread and I don't like posting nonsensical crap.
Second, I should warn you that this post is very long and caters to a pretty niche audience. In other words, if you weren't with me in AC last weekend, or you're not a Duran Duran fan in general, you should probably just skip the deets, skim the pics, and call it a day. If you don't fall into those categories but you want to read it anyway, be my guest, but don't say I didn't warn you. Cool? Cool. Away we go...
So I think it's about time I update you on my latest batch of Duran-related adventures. Of course, if I tried hard enough, I could probably think of a better way to spend my Friday evening --like perhaps enjoying some more Duran-related adventures, a la last Friday, but they're in Miami and I'm still stuck here in "the NJ" so blogging it is. Am I making any sense? No? Good.
Atlantic City -- my boys were in town so you know I was there. They're doing this random little mini-tour at the mo' which isn't really promoting anything, but I'm not complaining. The more Duran, the better, I always say.
It's become a tradition now that when the band comes to Atlantic City, Nicole is my partner in crime (and trust me -- the sweaty mess I become whilst dancing and singing along to Rio is, in fact, a crime). So after a few useless hours at work, I headed down and met up with her and her lovely husband Paul, and Paul's super nice parents (thanks for the room!!). We had a few pre-gaming drinks in the Diamond Club at Bally's before Nicole and I split up with them to go make ourselves beautiful (and drink some more in the room).
While we were getting our pretty on, our hilarious pal Cindy called to say she was over at the Showboat with her husband. She wanted us to hurry our asses up so we could go "tard-watching" (don't ask!!). So hurry we did, and before you could say "Wild Boys" we were there.
We hung out downstairs for a while and ran into a few people I know (Hi Tina! Hi Pam!) including my boo Davey, the band's right-hand man. Love him. I hadn't seen him in forever since he wasn't in England so we did a quick catch-up and made our plans to meet after the show.
Eww. That probably makes me sound like a groupie, doesn't it? So not.
Me and Davey. Last year's pic but I like it.
So at showtime, we bid adieu to Cindy and her husband, who at that point certainly seemed like he'd had enough and wanted to get the F**K out of there. Nicole and I found our place in the balcony and settled in.
The show was hot, as usual. Not the best Duran show I've been too (there's stiff competition for that honour) but so worth seeing. They were Andy-less, as they are going to be from now on due to an "unworkable gulf" but to be honest, I'm not too bothered by it. Definitely no disrespect to Andy Taylor, but having become a die-hard during the Medazzaland era (*gasp* Yes, I know), he wasn't really an inherent part of my Duran experience. He was cool the few times I met him, and I love, love, love his daughter Izzy, but I'm not going to lose my mind over it. Plus, let's be honest -- if you played me a live track, replacing Andy with the new guy, Dom , there's no way I would know the difference. Plus, Dom is seeming to fit in really nicely, both musically and aesthetically. So peace out, Andy. It was nice while it lasted.
Okay, I just lost every one of you that isn't a Duranie. Moving on...
So yeah, the show was good. Very no frills. No grand entrance. No flames during Wild Boys. No manga-style video during Careless Memories. No Careless Memories, for that matter. Simon didn't even pull anyone out of the crowd to introduce him. It was all about the music -- which is not a bad thing.
BUT -- we all know, at this point, I live for the afterparty, so let's get to that, shall we?
After the show we went and said hello to Paul Taylor at the merch booth, who is always pleasant and lovely. Then we headed to the Foundation Room, where my boy Paul Adams, the band's manager,(how many Pauls are in the post anyway?), whom I hadn't seen AGES waved us in ahead of the line. Love Paul.
Once inside, we got some more to drink (because 7 hours of drinking apparently isn't enough) and waited what seemed like a week for the band to eat dinner. No, like really. It was FOREVER. While we were waiting, I ran into my sister's friend Melissa and met a friend of Paul's, Jenn (with two enns!) who you'll hear more about later.
Finally the band gradually began finishing their souffles and whatever else, and began to make their way into the super-duper secret VIP party room *insert tongue in cheek*. That is, except John, who just made his way out with Gela, much to Nicole's chagrin. If she had known he wasn't going to be there, she no-doubt would have blown that popsicle stand long before, but I like to think that seeing him walk out was enough to make the wait a little bit worth it? ;-)
Anyway, just before the rest of the band came out, Davey came and plucked us from the crowd, guided us under the velvet ropes and into the 15x15 room of our dreams. Seriously -- that room is SO small. Once I got in the room, I was half-way to Roger and Paul when I realized Nicole wasn't behind me. So Paul went out and fetched her from the clutches of the ridiculous security guard who'd blocked her way. Apparently, as soon as the crowd saw that we were getting in, there was a mad rush to the ropes and Nicole got lost in the bedlam. Then the security guard somehow acted like he hadn't seen her standing there with me for the last billion hours. Whatevs.
Almost as soon as we were in there, my beloved Simon showed up. About .02 seconds later, he was flanked by several blondes. No surprise there. I wanted to make sure I got a new picture with Simon (so I can stop obsessively using last year's) before we were both too drunk to stand, so I went to get my camera.
Does anyone remember when, right before my England trip this year, I took some pictures of Simon's new haircut (my dog, not LeBon's -- how confusing is this post??) and ended up forgetting to put the memory card back in the camera? Yeah... well... did it again. No memory card. I'm such a genius.
So as I'm fretting about being a complete fucktard, this really nice girl (whom I later found out was named Genine) asked if I would take her picture with Simon. Of course I would! And would she take my picture and send it to me since I'm an idiot that can't manage to concentrate long enough to put a memory card into a camera? Sure! Love Genine.
So I went up to Simon and he gave me a really warm hug and kiss, which was nice. Shit like that never really loses its novelty, you know? So we started talking about having watched the football game in his hotel room in Manchester (yes, it was me that brought it up) and I jokingly said "Football hasn't been quite the same since!" And he says "Awww... no, I know!" I so loved that he played along with my ridiculousness.
So then he just starts staring my boobs... like really obviously, with this grin on his face, for what seemed like forever. I giggled at first, and looked away, but then he just smiled bigger. I didn't know what to say, so I just threw my arms up and laughed. So he says "Marnie -- I'm really loving your choice of outfit." (For the record, I wasn't dress liked a slutbag or anything -- just a halter top, not even an open-backed one for that matter, jeans, and boots).
So I looked down at myself and said "Thanks... are you mocking me?" And he's like "No! It's looks really really good!" Turns out, satin shirts in a cold room aren't very forgiving and I was doing a bit of peanut smuggling. So sue me.
I know I'm so leaving stuff out but it was a week ago, and even then, I had about 12 drinks in me. Simon, you can add anything I'm forgetting in the comments section. Haha.
Anyway, so I suggest we get in a picture, which the lovely Genine agreed to take, and he pulls me over to him, smashing my hair against his Members Only jacket. Then he pulls this blonde in on the other side and says "You get in it too!", to which I drunkenly said "Yeah! You get in it too!" (Hot mess, me). This was the result:
See? No hizzo clothes here! But as Colleen so kindly pointed out, I have "drunk hair on the left". Yes. Yes, I do. Like I said, it was smashed against his duds.
Then my beloved Nick Rhodes entered for about 30 seconds. I didn't care though, because it was long enough to snap a pic (do you believe I still didn't have one after all this time?) and talk about the whole "Marnie/Hitchcock film" connection, which I feel has become "our thing" since the first time we met. This time he grabbed both my hands and said "It is a brilliant, brilliant film." Haha.
The sad thing about this picture is that he's 18 years older than I am, yet somehow, I'm the one with crows feet. Lord help me.
I can't even remember what happened next. My mind jumps to me back in the booth with Nicole and Jenn (two enns!) with Simon right next to us on a little cushion, once again being flanked by blondes. One was laying across his lap, while another in short black shorts was wiggling her naughty bits in front of him, while he smiled on.
Across the room, Roger was already starting to get his groove on. Quite the dancer, that Roger. Girls were slowly but surely starting to surround him too, although the room was still relatively empty at this point.
It was then that Nicole took a look around the room and said my fave line of the night:
"You know what? My feet hurt and I can't watch this trainwreck."HAHAHA! She asked if I would be mad if she left (of course not!) and I asked if she would be mad if I stayed (of course not!). If John was there, it would have been a different story. However, I love me some Simon, and well... I love the scene in general so my ass was staying.
I'm so glad I did too because I had like the best time ever! I think it might have even been better than the Earl's Court second night afterparty which was like the afterparty to end all afterparties. REALLY fun.
Jenn and I totally bonded, whilst standing on the sidelines, watching Simon dance, adding commentary. Jenn was all "Ooh, there's some salsa now!" Ha. He kept winking at me, and ran into us a few times, which was hilarious, but not at all surprising, considering the room was now FULL of people -- mostly girls that Simon had gone out and brought back in himself from the main bar area, creating what I can only imagine was a huge fire hazard. :-)
I was also so glad to get to spend some proper time with Paul whom, like I said, I hadn't seen in ages. I also got to meet his girlfriend (Philly represent! Woo!) who is really nice and very cool.
At some point I wisened up and switched to water (for which I thanked myself profusely the next day) and threw my ass down in a booth to watch the goings-on off my feet. Thank the sweet Lord for gel inserts is all I have to say.
While in the booth, I really got to talking to Genine and we found out we had LOADS of stuff in common -- she's a Rod Stewart fan, a Tottenham supporter, and English! (I mean, not that I'm English but I might as well be). Plus super nice. As you can see above, she actually mailed me hard copies of the pics she took, as per her word. How many people do you know that would do that for a complete stranger? Not many. Thanks, Genine!!
My kindred spirit!
So ANYWAY, now I'm being even more long-winded than usual, so how about I wrap this up? Some time just before 4am, I thought to myself "Hmm... maybe I should go to bed?" I had gotten up at 5 for work in the morning, so lord knows how I was even still functioning. I guess that's what copious amounts of alcohol and exposure to rock stars will do to you.
Of course, I shouldn't complain. The band had to perfom again the next day in Niagara Falls and they were partying well into the wee hours of the morning, much longer than me. So quit being a baby, Marnie.
By some miracle, I was up by 7:30 and telling Nicole about the rest of the night's adventures. I back to Showboat in the afternoon and had lunch with Paul and his missus. Again, great to catch up. He was meeting everyone in the lobby at 2pm so they could fly via private jet to Niagara Falls. Must be nice!
Anyway, I said my goodbyes at 2 and headed back home, where I passed out and pretty much stayed out until the following day. I think I'm finally now starting to feel slightly normal again.
Thank you Nicole, both Pauls, Davey, Genine, Jenn, Simon, Nick, and everyone else for one fun-ass night. Can't wait to do it again!
Meanwhile, no one probably even made it all the way through this post, but at least I have it to read back to myself when I'm old and gray and Duran Duran are long gone. :-)