November 27th

Mom,

"While you, dear Mother, rest and sleep,

Your loving memory I'll always keep.

I keep in my heart the love of the past,

For there it was planted forever to last.

Together in the same old way,

Would be my dearest wish today.

Loved with a love beyond telling,

Missed with a grief beyond all tears."

 Mom,

I don't need a certain day to remember you. Each day, throughout the day there are constant reminders of you but out of all the days of the year, November 27th hurts the most because it was the day you left this world. 


Te amo. Le falto. Le necesito. Deseo que usted estuviera aquí.
Amor por siempre,

XOXO
Princesa Colombiana
XOXO 

 

Texas Horseshoe Of Rings

 

Cocaine Princess here.

One weekend sister and I were coming back from the city when she spotted a newly opened “Lone Star Restaurant” so we decided to stop in for a bite to eat before heading home. In most situations when I write “we” it means “me” but this time “we” means my sister.

If you recall I’ve eaten once before at this Tex~Mex establishment with those sweet but cheeky The Boys Of Summer, only that location was in a building where another eating house {forget the name} had gone out of business and therefore didn't have that oh so Texy vibe to it.

Upon walking inside we were greeted by a cowgirl wearing a plaid shirt, bandana and jeans and taken to our table. A lovely wooden bench with seats-- Thank God the seats were padded!!  

Once seated, a fresh basket of tortilla chips and salsa on the side were brought to us and then we were given our menus. 

Browsing the menu I was a tad disappointed to find those tasty taquitos were no longer available.

Appetizers: Texas Horseshoe Of Rings:

“A stack of golden onion rings served up hot & crispy, with Chipotle Jalapeño Ketchup and Ranch dipping sauce on the side.”

When they say ‘crispy’ they ain’t kidding! In fact they were a little too crispy for my taste.

Main Course: Santa Fe Chicken Sandwich: 

“A 5 oz. Southern-fried chicken breast served on Cheddar jalapeño flatbread with Jack cheese and brushed with garlic and fire-roasted pepper mayo.”

I wound up ordering the same entre as last time but instead of regular fries I went with sweet potato fries. I’d never tasted them before and thought I’d take a walk on the wild side and try them. Big mistake that turned out to be. I didn’t like the taste nor did I care for the garnish pickle. Also, I would like to point out the chicken breast was a little over-cooked and the fire-roasted pepper mayo was extremely mild. I'm not sure what planet it was considered to be fire roasted.
 

Dessert: Texas-Fried Ice Cream

“A traditional Texas favorite! Vanilla ice cream dusted with cinnamon sugar, rolled in toasted corn flakes and deep fried. Served in a pool of chocolate sauce and topped with whipped cream, crumbled pecans and a cherry.”

One word: Simply Amazing! Oops that's two!

I took a couple of pictures of the interesting western decor:
 
Who doesn't like looking at a picture of a tombstone while they eat?

Did I mention there was wood everywhere, I mean everywhere....including the chandelier. If you look close it's actually a wagon wheel.

Sign to the rest~room. I tried taking a pic of "Cowboys" but there was a real sharp glare and the pic didn't come out very clear:

Cowboys drinking in a saloon: Wonder what important issues they are discussing?

You couldn’t help but get soaked up in the atmosphere of the Wild, Wild West when looking at all the decor but then the year 2011 would set in when every so often I’d look out the window and see cars in the parking lot or when I turned my head to the left where the bar patrons were watching the hockey game on the plasma and cheering along.
 
Unlike the last time I didn’t have too much of a good time. I had just an "okay time," not that I don’t enjoy spending time with my big sis because I do {when she’s not lecturing me that is} but from the minute we walked inside to the car ride back home all we could talk about were those 5 boys from the Lone Star state who stayed with us during that one summer.


To quote them: 


"The only place to eat authentic Texas cuisine is in the state of Texas."

Hmm, I miss them. 

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a loving weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Home Renovation Fiasco

 

Cocaine Princess here.

I like to think of myself as a calm and rational person but truly I'm about to blow a frigging gasket and the fault lies totally with my sister.

Last month our neighbors were doing some renovations in their home. One day the contractor went around the area drumming up business by leaving his card in mailboxes. I guess he was afraid people wouldn't catch the massive sign with his name and number sitting on my neighbors front lawn.

Sister wanted to redo a section of the laundry room with new tiles and decided to hire him. I wasn't too keen on this for 2 reasons.

1} I'm cautious on who I let inside the house. 2} When I googled his name I couldn't find anything on him.

I suggested to sister she either 1} Do a thorough background check or 2} Hire a licensed professional with a good reputation and who is in good standing with the Better Business Bureau. 

I don't know about you but doesn't the second one seem to be the best choice?

Sister assured me she had spoken with our neighbors who were satisfied with his handiwork. I mentioned to "A" that getting one person's opinion wasn't enough but she went ahead and employed him.

CG aka Contractor Guy {don't you just love these cool and clever names I come up with?} guaranteed us the job would take no longer than 3, 4 days tops.

It's been 2 damn weeks and in those 2 damn weeks this is all the work he has accomplished. 

It took him half a day to remove the old flooring and prior to doing so he moved the washer and dryer into the foyer, where they still remain along side with the towel cabinet. That area of the house is in such a chaotic mess that I doubt Home Decor Magazine will be ringing our doorbell anytime soon to present to us their annual Best Home Decorating Award. I suppose all that hard work must have really wiped him out because CG didn't return back until 2 days later. 

You really ought to see this guy work– if that’s what you can call it. One day I was determined to keep my eye on him. I turned my back for a mere moment --POOF-- he was gone only to mysteriously re~appear hours later and worked for a grand total of 20 minutes.

This individual gives new meaning to the phrase "slacking off." If he's not gabbing on his phone he's drinking coffee-- excessively large amounts of it because he's constantly using the main floor bathroom and leaving the toilet seat up. My God, when you're done doing your business seriously how hard is it to put the seat down and close the lid? You already know about my strict no shoe wearing rule, right? Housekeeper laid a painters drop cloth sheet in the foyer leading to the bathroom since taking off and putting on his work boots every time was "a bit of an inconvenience for him," so he told me. Hmm, here's a thought: quit drinking so much damn coffee! Even though a sheet is covering the tiles in the foyer the sound of those work boots inside my home makes my ears want to bleed. He walks like a clumsy horse AND if that isn't bad enough Contractor Guy smokes. By now my Lovelies are aware of the 2 rules I have in my home-- No Shoes and No Smoking. During this portion of my post I would like to re-iterate that I have absolutely nothing against smokERS. Hey, most of my friends smoke. It's the smokING part I have a problem with. I can't stand the smell and it does a real number on my eyes. In a nutshell Hell would have to freeze completely over the day I permit anyone to smoke in my home. I informed the lazy contractor he could only smoke outside either on the sidewalk or in the middle of the driveway and absolutely no where else on the property. So you can imagine my surprise when I walked into the garage one day to find the floor resembling a stinky ashtray. Everywhere I looked there were cigarette butts including several on the stairs that lead to the door inside. I would have given him hell, Colombian style but once more POOF he was gone. I was beginning to think he was actually a magician who does home repairs in his spare time.

We made numerous attempts to contact him by leaving messages on his phone but this s-o-b didn't return any of them. 

Sister questioned our neighbors if they encountered the same problem with CG. Guess what? They did. So they were satisfied with his handiwork but not his work ethic-- well gee, you didn't think sharing that little gem of information might have been important?

Didn't I tell sister that getting one person's opinion wasn't enough?

Totally fed up with Contractor Guy's unprofessional behavior I made it clear to "A" that if she wasn't going to I would be more than happy to take on the roll of The Terminator and terminate him. I figured leaving a message on his phone stating he was F-I-R-E-D was the only way to get this lazy slob's attention and he would come running back to complete the job and get paid. And that's when sister dropped a bomb on me: She already paid him.......IN FULL. 


My reply upon hearing this news?

ME: Why the hell did you do that?!


Answer: According to the neighbors if you pay CG cash you'll get a significant discount.

Oh my God! Can you believe my brilliant university educated sister who has a double major paid CG beforehand and he has yet to finish the job! Now his behavior made total sense!  All in the name to save a buck which has resulted in nothing but one massive headache. But oh wait it gets so much better. Are you ready for it? Here it comes: There's no paper work to verify payment not even a written receipt. I don't think there was even a handshake. The only 2 people who were involved in this cash transaction was sister and CG. My only part in this home renovation fiasco was choosing the tiles. I couldn't believe what she had done! You know they say every cloud has a silver lining and the silver lining in this scenario? The Princess lecturing her older sister over her mistake. After receiving 100+ lectures from "A" the tables had finally turned! The student had become the teacher! What's done is done," is what sister now says. Believe you me if the roles were reserved I would have received the mother load of all frigging lectures.


By some miracle we were able to reach Contractor Guy. He promises he'll be back next week to finish up the job.

He promises....yeah right! At the pace he works it’s in all likelihood I’ll be posting an update sometime next year.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Guy With Rash

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Last Sunday I visited a town called “Idiot-Ville” and I was speaking directly to its mayor AKA Guy With Rash. Allow me to explain:
 
This past Sunday I was catching up on a few TV shows I had DVR’ed during the week. One of these shows included “The Jerry Springer Show.” Many of my lovelies are aware I love this train wreck of a talk show. It’s nothing more than mindless entertainment that I enjoy watching. It was quite an intense episode: a stripper was forced to choose between two lovers....one of whom confessed “HE” was actually a “SHE.”  

Halfway through the episode I decided to check my phone messages. It was nearing 10am and was a little concerned I hadn’t heard from Valentina yet seeing how she sends me several texts on the hour. When I went to retrieve my phone I saw the battery was dead. I grabbed my re~charger plug and when plugging it in I saw the green glowing fluorescent light didn’t go on–- you know the one that indicates the phone is recharging. I tried using another outlet......hmm, still no green light. Obviously there was something wrong. 


I called up the company’s tech help line. My call was answered at the 20+ minute mark. I informed tech person the problem who in turn informed me the problem was most likely with the charger port, and suggested I take the phone back to point of purchase so the store could send it to their repair facility.

After I got off the phone, I dolled myself up and headed out the door. The wireless store was located in one of the bigger malls in a city near where I live. How fortunate for me as it gave me the perfect excuse to go to the mall. Like I really need an excuse, right? I assumed I would be in and out of the store in under 5 minutes: Drop off the phone for repair, provide my signature on a few pieces of paper and bim-bam-boom-be-done and on my way to do a little shopping. But of course in situations like this I’m usually if not always wrong. And I was. In total there were 3 employees. 2 of them were busy with customers and the 3rd was sitting behind the counter doing nothing.


 I approached the counter and proceeded to explain the problem I was having when asked “can I help you?” I will refer to the employee as “Guy With Rash.” As you continue reading you’ll understand why. I specifically stated “my phone isn’t recharging when I plug it in” and “tech support is saying the problem is with the charger port.” His reply:

GUY WITH RASH: Did you try plugging it in?


I paused for a moment and thought to myself, didn’t I just mention when I PLUG my phone in? Hmm, perhaps he didn’t hear what I had said. I repeated my words and answered his question:

ME: Yes I plugged it in and when I did the green light didn’t go on.

GUY WITH RASH: You think it might be the battery?

ME: I don’t think so.

GUY WITH RASH: It’s quite possible it’s a battery issue. How old’s your phone?

ME: Under a year.

While asking his next question he began to scratch his abdomen region in a weird up and down motion.

GUY WITH RASH: Where did you buy it?

ME: Here at this store.

Sheesh, why do you think I’m here?

GUY WITH RASH: Are you sure?

ME: Yes I’m sure. Why?

Shrugging his shoulders, Guy with Rash explained he’d never seen the phone. I walked over to the middle of the store to one of the display tables where low and behold there was my exact phone along side with several others. Like a Price Is Right model I pointed to it. His reply:
 
GUY WITH RASH: Hmm.

In return I inquired how long he had been employed? Two months, he replied. I could be mistaken but shouldn’t all workers be familiar with what products are available in their store?

GUY WITH RASH: I still say it’s the battery but you think it’s the charger port?

ME: That's what tech support's diagnosis is and given the fact the re-charger light doesn’t light up I would have to agree with them

With the phone now in his hands he once more began to scratch his stomach. All I could imagine he had some type of rash underneath his blue cotton shirt with the store’s name embroidered in the upper left hand corner. He kept on insisting it was a battery issue and was very firm about it, almost as if he had a bone to pick with the tech department people and was hell bent on proving them wrong. His next question left me beyond speechless.


GUY WITH RASH: Where’s the battery located in this phone?

Oh....My.....God. It was clear the employee with a potential rash under his shirt also had the IQ of a raisin. I looked directly into his eyes to see if his pupils were of normal size. Could he have perhaps taken a couple of hits of something before starting work? It was the only logical explanation I could come up with. Where’s the battery located?! As with most electronic items you’ll find the battery on the inside. I instructed he turn over the phone and slide the back cover off. I was almost certain I would have to draw him a diagram so I took it upon myself to remove the battery. Judging by the look on his face he seemed so surprised I was almost tempted to ask where he thought the battery was.

With my battery out and a new one in its place he turned on the phone......or at least he tried to.

GUY WITH RASH: I think there’s something wrong with your phone because it’s not turning on.

He attempted several more times turning it on by pressing down the button.....oh did I mention it was the wrong button?

ME: That’s because you’re pressing the volume control.

GUY WITH RASH: Oh. So how do you turn this thing on?

It was bad enough he didn’t know the battery's location but now he didn't know how to turn the phone on?! Holy crap! I was curious what exactly the requirements were to be hired at this particular wireless store? Hey, can you tie your shoes? If the answer is YES you’re qualified to work for us! Then again the simple task of tying shoes may have been very hard for someone like Guy With Rash to accomplish.  I realize at that precise moment the smart thing for me would have been to politely ask if I could speak with another employee – preferably a knowledgeable one but by some miracle he was able to find the power button all by himself. I guess the effects of whatever he was smoking were beginning to taper off. With the phone now turned on he stated:

GUY WITH RASH: Told you it was a battery issue.

I really don’t know what the hell was wrong with this individual. I kept telling him from the start I was having charger issues. He didn’t seem to grasp the concept the problem I was having wasn’t with the battery. I explained for the umpteenth time about the green light not appearing and since the new battery was at 50% I suggested he try recharging it.

As he went to plug it in he made a shocking discovery.

GUY WITH RASH: Um, did you know your charger port is loose? You’re not going to be able to recharge your phone unless you get it fixed.

I realized I wasn't at the mall but in a town called “Idiot-Ville” and I was speaking directly to its mayor AKA Guy With Rash. 

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Last Friday I posted an entry about the awesome time I had at the Duran Duran concert.
 
On Tuesday their latest single Girl Panic! was released and the video is simply brilliant. It features Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, Eva Herzigova, Helena Christensen and Yasmin Le Bon. The real members of Duran Duran appear as supporting staff (bellhops, waitstaff, chauffeurs and press), and Domenico Dolce & Stefano Gabbana (as in that Dolce & Gabbana) even make cameos as fashion editors.

Check it out:

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My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday.

Today’s date is very special: 11/11/11. A date that comes once every 100 years and many believe this day to be extra lucky so get out your wish list my Lovely Ones.

11/11/11 is also Nigel Tufnel Day.


  
More importantly 11/11/11 is Remembrance Day. Lest We Forget.

Whatever your plans are have an incredible weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Fab 4: A Bloody Good Time!!

Cocaine Princess here.

I can't believe how quickly this past week went by and although I've been getting between 3-4 hours of sleep a night, I had a real good week. Monday was Halloween and we had a good haul of trick or treaters come by. I was expecting to see zombies after zombies and there were a few but I was surprised at the number of vampires and Disney Princesses and of course there's always at least one Captain Jack Sparrow. We also had several groups of teenagers who came as themselves. Some even took the time to get into the spirit and wear a costume, for instance one boy wore a hoodie and dark sunglasses. 

Halloween 2011 had me on official candy dispensing duty. I had such a hard time deciding on a costume that I just decided to get dolled up:

"Would you like something sweet?

** As most of my lovelies are aware I have a strict No Shoe Wearing Policy inside my home. I'm only wearing my stilettos to complete the look for the picture. As soon as the pic was taken the heels came off and I was barefoot for the remainder of the night.**


Hmm....there was something I wanted to blog about-- an event I attended last week but if only I could remember what it was. Sheesh, lack of sleep has apparently given me amnesia. Oh wait, I remember! Last Thursday {Oct 27th} I saw Duran Duran in concert...AGAIN!! This was their 2nd appearance in the city in the last 6 months. If you recall sister and I previously saw them on Easter Monday at a club venue. This past summer The Fab Four From Britain announced the "All You Need Is Now"  full scale world tour and being a die hard fan I of course had to see them AGAIN!!

Unlike the last time, this concert took place in a large arena but the way the arena was set up was a seated venue style theater and made for marvelous acoustics. It was a 2 hour show and 21 songs were performed. As the Brits say, "I Had A Bloody Good Time!

I took this shot upon arriving at The Air Canada Centre:

We headed inside and picked up our tickets and VIP passes that were waiting for us at will~call. I went the VIP route because well, I'm a Princess and that's how I roll. The VIP package included premium seats. 

I was lucky to get Floor Seats: 3rd Row, Center. I was incredibly happy to not only be so close to the stage but getting seats in the dead center. Why? The answer is quite elementary my dear lovelies: Dead center means I'm in direct view of Simon "Luscious" Le Bon.....my favorite DD band member.

Duranie Fans were let in at 6:30pm. Once we were escorted to our seats, to avoid the rush after the concert I headed to the souvenir stand. Sister suggested that I wait til after the show but when have I ever listened to her? 

I bought a programme....

....and 2 shirts. I was a little disappointed with the tees that were being offered. I was hoping it would have the city and dates of the tour but those weren't being offered-- only plain ones with the DD logo and the title of their newest album.

The concert began at 7:30pm. Opening for DD was the band "Neon Trees" a band I had never heard of. 

A shot of the stage being set up:

They turned out to be quite good and the reception from the crowd was positive. Lead singer Tyler Glenn {the guy with the mohawk} let the crowd know their biggest musical influences were Depeche Mode and The Clash-- which explained why they looked and sounded very 80's. I recognized one of their songs, "Animal" only because it serves as background music for a car commercial.  

 

Animal

Oh oh I want some more
Oh oh what are you waiting for
Take a bite of my heart tonight

After their performance the lights went back on. At this point I left my seat to get something to drink for sister and I. To be precise I bought 2 bottles of Coke at $5.00 a piece. They also had beer in plastic cups selling for $12 bucks. On the way back the stage was being set up for the Brit band and I was curious to know how these 4 enormous masks were going to be incorporated into the show. Read on to find out.

I bet you're wondering what this next shot is about, right? 

This is a picture of a woman who was sitting to the left of me {sister was to my right} and in her hand is a $12.00 beer in a plastic cup. It was her 2nd one. She guzzled at least 4 before the show even began and I know this not because I was keeping track but because each time she got up to leave she stepped on my delicate toes nearly crushing them. If you look on the floor you'll see one of her empty cups. Anyways, I'm not sure if it was because she was tipsy or maybe it was just an accident but she spilled some of her boozy suds on my leg that trickled all the way down to my pedicured foot.

At last, the lights went down and the crowd roared:

The music began and I could see the band members emerge from the stage....one in particular:

Oh be still my latin heart! It was Monsieur Le Bon and he was still rocking his beard-- oh yeah!! Simon wore a metallic wine colored blazer, black dress shirt, black sparkly jeans with black and blue runners. 

The band opened up with a song from their new album that I absolutely love, “Before The Rain.” While the song was being performed black and white images from Europe during World War II appeared on the backdrop.

 Before The Rain

Oh, rise, you promises broken
Call my lovers by their names
Lost hearts and words
That are spoken to the wind
Which blows before the rain... 

Dominick Brown {who replaced Andy Taylor} was simply awesome on the guitar during the performance:

Planet Earth

Look now, look all around, there's no sign of life
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
This is planet earth you're looking at planet earth

Crowd singing along:

Looking at the image on the screen can you guess what song this is? Think 007:

 A View To A Kill

Until we dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire, to fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need...
 

All You Need Is Now

It's all up to you now
Find yourself in the moment
Go directly to the voodoo
Now the channel is open
 

John Taylor and to the left is Chasity:

The idea behind this song came from John after he read a report in the paper about a driver in Germany whose GPS system had sent him the wrong way up the Autobahn. On the backdrop were images of machines and robots- "the idea that we are so reliant on machines to run our lives and that they drive us crazy."

 

Blame The Machines

I’m driving up the autobahn
Losing my way as the night gets long
The headlights shining in my face
Scream out the danger of this place

Nick Rhodes on keyboard:

Simon dedicated this next song to all the ladies in the house. It wasn't performed during the April show so I was on cloud nine that it was included in this tour's set list because it happens to be my all time favorite song and hearing it live was absolutely divine. Simon's voice oozed with so much sensuality it gave me goosebumps.

Come Undone
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers

 

Safe {In The Heat Of The Moment}

How ‘bout you and me get down?
Babe I know you’ve been around
Unmake your bed

Duet with back~up singer Anna Ross. This song has a neat disco-kind of beat to it.  A huge shiny disco ball was lowered onto the stage. You can sort of see it on the right hand side of the pic.

Reflex

The reflex is a lonely child just waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding a treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered

Can you partially see Simon-- he's the blond on the left telling a fan {black jacket} in the front row to sing the Reflex chorus with him.

 

As he {and the crowd} sang, the masks came alive. Throughout the show they projected different band faces and various images.

This next song is absolutely brilliant. The title is cool and the lyrics are sexy:

The Man Who Stole A Leopard

I make you mine
I thought that I could resist
But the leopard in you
Silently preyed on me

If you're familiar with this number then you know the song ends with a spoken part by British journalist Nina Hussein. She appeared on the backdrop doing a news report about A Man Who Stole A Leopard:

Simon dedicated this next song to "all the guys who have been dragged to the concert by their wives or girlfriends."

Girl Panic
In a girl panic, that’s driving naked through my mind
It’s a crush panic, she’s got me atomized
In a girl panic, the midnight traffic in her eyes
Like a hypnotic, and I am mesmerized

Is There Something I Should Know?
Please please tell me now is there something I should know
Is there something I should say that'll make you come my way
Do you feel the same cause you don't let it show

At every Duran Duran concert I've attended it's always the same thing-- I have a hard time getting pictures of drummer Roger Taylor. This was the only one clear shot I managed to get. See the cute Froggie?

Tiger Tiger

Musical portion..... 

Saxophonist Simon Willescroft:

 

Careless Memories

Fear hangs a plane of gunsmoke drifting in our room
So easy to disturb, with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory with a careless memory

Nick, John and Dominick:

 

John Taylor admitted to his fans he was a twitter addict and encouraged fans to send out tweets with the hashtag #duranlive

I sent out a tweet and whether or not it was shown I'm not sure. The tweets were being posted and displayed on the screen at a fast pace.

Leave A Light On

Whatever you say
Even if I wait a lifetime
I know, I swear, if you leave a light on,
If you leave a light on for me

Simon explained after learning about the death of his good friend Michael Hutchence {lead singer of Inxs} he needed a way to “exorcise his grief.” This is how Ordinary World came about.

Ordinary World

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and grief
Fear today forgot tomorrow beside the news of holy war and holy need
Our's is just a little sorrowed talk, just blown away

:

Notorious

No no notorious, notorious no no notorious
I can't read about it burns the skin from your eyes
I'll do fine without it here's one you don't compromise

Hungry Like The Wolf

Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Burning the ground I break from the crowd
I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Reach Up For The Sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life

Happy Birthday Simon!!

One of the best part of the night was being able to celebrate Simon’s birthday. After a brief musical interlude the band returned on stage without Simon.

John asking: “Where’s Simon?”

After a few minutes Simon appeared and said the people in the back wouldn’t let him come on stage. Seconds later his birthday cake was rolled out. Simon replied: “I knew something was up tonight.” Fans at the top of their lungs sang “Happy Birthday.”

I had a feeling he was going to do it but then thought, nah. 

Ooops I was wrong-- he did!!

 Toweling off the icing:

 

Simon stated: “I can't f#cking believe I did that to myself!”

 

Following the cake incident was an awesome mash-up of the song Wild Boys with Frankie Goes To Hollywood's song Relax {Don't Do It}

Wild Boys/Relax

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

Finale:

Rio

Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande

The band saying thank you to the T.dot crowd. They received a well deserved and hefty applause with a standing ovation after the concert was over but then again everyone was on their feet singing and dancing for the entire 2 hour show!

Of course Simon "Luscious" Le Bon returned for more applause!!

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The "I Told You So" Moment:

Remember the T-shirts I bought? Scroll the page up if you've forgotten already. When the concert was over, outside was a guy holding a cardboard box and inside it was full of Duran Duran concert tees, with the city and dates on them!

 

The ones I bought earlier cost me $60.00. ($30 x 2) Guy selling them out of cardboard box-- $10.00. Sister looked at me and said, "I told you to wait, didn't I darling?" 

One More Thing:

A close up of Simon's pants and shoes:

On the drive home all I could think about was the following quote: "The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them."


That about sums up my experience at the concert.

I blogged an entry a few months back about my love of music and how important it is to me. I also posted a quote from Plato that I do believe is worth repeating: 

"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Don't forget we turn our clocks back this weekend......ahh.......an extra hour of sleep.

Whatever your plans are have a superb first weekend of November.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess