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A week ago, Christa fired up her Mercury Cougar and drove Kristina, her Alim and me to Atlantic City to see—and meet—Duran Duran!! Damn, this was a big one. The boys performed in amazing form. Highlights: "Come Undone," where Simon LeBon ushered in "a new America," "Save A Prayer," "Hungry Like the Wolf," "A View from A Kill" and "The Reflex."
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The ride from Manhattan with Christa to pick up K&A took a while, and a good bit longer to AC... Once we arrived at the venue, I convinced the minions to partake in the buffet—grrrr!—followed by a lot of drama making our hook-up backstage, but we made good and had our moment with the entire group. Pretty fucking classic, I must admit. The good performance shot above was taken by Christa, the one where Simon has four arms is mine: cracks me up.
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The ride back was eternal, albeit filled with gut-quenching laughter (Okay, I have to indulge myself with the line of the night: (Christa): You know what's creepy looking? (Chuck):
Your mom. All four of us laughed ourselves nearly sick. You'll see an entry below about NYC at 4:30 a.m. It was that night.
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