So after complaining that I never win ANYTHING from the Duran Duran fan club thingy I get an email one night saying that I won tickets (me +1) to a "secret" performance somewhere in NY. Well that's so not helpful to me seeing that I live in freakin' Jersey. Anyway that was all they were telling us. I was so hoping that it wasn't another talk show/late night show. I hate those. Stand in line, get herded like cattle in a room that's 100+ degrees, and basically get treated badly. (Ummm...NBC I be talking to YOU!) As the day got closer we were "fed" more and more minimal information. "Wear whatever you want, it's an indoor 'concert', Steve Aoki will be there (who the fuck is that???), it's not a full concert and tell NOBODY.) Well as you can guess nothing can remain secret regarding Duran Duran. I can honestly say I told no one anything, only those that were already going.
Moving on...I called my co-worker Kathy, who I conned into going to see DD on Jimmy Fallon last March, and asked her if she wanted to go. She has kids and a husband who works odd hours so she said probably not. Fine. No biggie. Fortunately I knew of someone who's friend wanted to go. Tada!
Ok June 20 (JT's bday, first day of summer, hottest and longest day of the freakin' year) is finally here and of course I am shit-tired cuz I didn't sleep much the night before. Big surprise. Get up at 7 am, get ready, head to the bus station at 8:30, and wait forever. Bus finally comes and we pile in like sardines and off we go to NYC. NJ Transit buses smell like crap. I'm sorry but they do. End of story. We arrive in NYC around 11:15. Yea going 2 mph in the Lincoln tunnel=scary shit! I need a pill. I wander around Port Authority taking in the sites and feeling like a tool cuz I have no idea how to navigate such a big building. After a few minutes Sharmila and Shannon find me and off we go to find this venue.
We walk and walk and walk. Taking in the fabulous smells of garbage and piss. Mmm..aaaah. We locate the venue, Terminal 5, and notice 2 people already waiting there. Since I suck at remembering first names I will refer to her by her twitter name, Vanilla Bunny. She and her friend flew in from California and have been waiting since 9 am or so. We pull up a piece of cardboard and sit and wait.
Since my attention span is for crap I will just post some highlights here:
Steve=the man. Thanks for supplying us with details, water, and most importantly Trident gum.
I should mention that the whole concert was sponsored by Trident Gum. Ok whatever, I like Wrigley's.
Acura service place has a fabulous toilet.
I think the Chinese lady at the deli didn't charge me enough for my stuff. Oops.
Lots of guys in suits at the Lexus place.
"Smells like....freezer burnt meat."
This crazy ass Aoki fan with her boyfriend. Obviously high as fuck rambling on about God knows what. I just nod my head. Whateverrrrrrrrr.
The people that worked the venue, or maybe it was Strike Force security, are rude. "I don't want these people in there if they gonna fuckin' run!) Crazy ass bitch.
A couple of misunderstandings about VIP tix.
I got second row even though the Aoki fans had to go up front for his performance. They were told they had to move back as soon as DD were on. Did they? Nope.
I hate techno or whatever the fuck it is Aoki does.
Cake, champagne, and inflatable rafts. 'nuff said (?)
It smelled of rotten meat.
Show started about 8. DD didn't go on til 9:40 (?) I think they were done by 10.
By the time DD went on I had a migraine.
Many verbal fights. DD fans vs Aoki fans. Not pretty.
JT was laughing at us from the VIP area. Bastard. :D
Technical difficulties...
"Play something funky."
Roger is fuckin hot. Sorry but he is.
The remix of HLTW? Meh...
Happy birthday, JT.
"play night boaaaaaaaaaaat"
But most of all I really enjoyed meeting new people that enjoy the same music I do. Sharmila, Shannon, Petra, Eileen (my plus one), Jonee, Vanilla Bunny (what the hell is your first name?), Maya, Debbie, Cyndeeeeeeee, ummm I can't remember! If I forgot you that means I'm a doof and doesn't mean you're not memorable. Thanks for putting up with my sweaty, tired self. You rock my socks. Ok, end corny moment.
:D :D :D
A few pix:
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| say Cheesey |
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| umm Helloooooo |
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| JT laughing at us |
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| somehow I ended up getting a crotchful of Anna |
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