Special Day

Today two of my favourite people are getting married.

Congratulations you two!
Wish I could be there. I love you both.
The biggest of hugs and a glass raised in your honour.

See you soon.

Ok so I'm still a Duranie - I won't apologize for it!

Not sure if I can even convey in writing just how happy it made me, but last night I realized a childhood dream. I finally satisfied the 12-year-old girl I once was. The girl who danced around her bedroom to songs like Hungry Like the Wolf, Rio, Girls on Film beneath a wallpaper of posters covering even the ceiling; even hanging in mobiles from strings.

That girl and her current (somewhat older) alter-ego, made the three hour road trip to Calgary to see what was, if not the best, certainly in the top three concerts of my life.

Last night I went to see Duran Duran. And they rocked it! Boy did they rock it! They’ve lost nothing in the years in between. And if Simon has added a little girth, (only a little, he still wears a pair of pants extremely well) it sure didn’t impact his moves, or his vocal range - although there were just enough imperfections to know he was indeed singing. John still plays a mean bassline and has the most beautiful jaw-line in rock ‘n roll; Andy is still the insane rock star of the bunch; Nick’s still somehow makes synthesizer cool and wears make-up better than I do; and Roger still keeps the beat with the best of them. And they all looked like they were having a blast up there! The boys sounded fantastic, looked amazing and put on a fabulous show! Nary a song was missing (well, maybe one, but like I said, I didn’t really expect that one).

My cheeks hurt from smiling, my voice is gone from singing (and screaming), my hands still tingle from the force of my clapping, my sides hurt from all the giggling we did – on the way there, all the way through and almost all the way home and yes, there were tears. I’m so glad that Muffy also brought her 12-year-old self.

I just wish I’d had enough money for the souvenir pop-up book.

Not an Ikea shelf

It was one of those things. You know? You could only put it back together so many times. Now the pieces were a bit shaky, the joints a bit loose…. It certainly didn’t seem very solid. And for whatever reason it didn’t seem to work right anymore. It could still do most things it was meant for but one or two bits just didn’t work right. It was as though one of those times she worked so hard at putting it back together, she forgot a tiny piece and now it just doesn’t seem to function quite as well. She thinks it was probably that time it got really smashed up… back in that last move. She was sure she had put it back together correctly, but now she realizes maybe she didn’t. And maybe that piece is lost forever.

It’s too bad really. It used to work so well.