The True Duranie

I am so disappointed! I can not find my vintage Duran Duran t-shirt. YES! I was at the live 1984 concert in Calgary with floor seats screaming from start to finish. I went to: 1) drool over John Taylor and 2) to determine whether Nick Rhodes was a boy or a girl.

My good friend, Samantha, was the true Duranie in our crowd. She had pictures of the band plastered all over her high school locker. Much more impressive, she knew all of the band members' names. She was quite frustrated that I kept mixing up her objects of infatuation. For months, I thought I had a crush on Nick, when in fact it was John.

Unfortunately, Sam wasn't allowed to attend the concert, I think, because her parents thought those boys just oozed too much sex. They were right! I did my best to scream for the both of us but her presence was sorely missed. The best I could do for Sam was to purchase the two of us matching concert tees. For Sam, I think it served more as a sad reminder. For me, I couldn't take the pressure of wrongly identifying the band members displayed on the front of my chest. The t-shirts went for decades unused.

But now I WANT MY T-SHIRT BACK! (I think in a cleaning frenzy I shipped it off to Goodwill). Sole purpose: for an 80's costume for my husband (sorry Simon, John, Nick, Andy and Roger). Oh well, he'll just have to settle for a second-rate Sting t-shirt from "The Dream of the Blue Turtles" concert.