I have become that person - the one reliving the glory days of her youth by going to see the band she obsessed about as a young girl.

Back in the day I worshipped Duran Duran. By ninth grade the love affair was pretty much over as I moved on to the Smiths and the Cure and so forth, but those two previous years? Nothing came between me and my one true love Simon LeBon.

And now, and now....so many years later I'm going to go to a show where there will probably be a gazillion thirtysomethings like myself awkwardly bopping around to "Rio" and "Hungry Like the Wolf."

It would make me feel old but since I still go to shows all the time - shows that are not of the nostalgia trip variety -- it just leaves me amused. Particularly funny: a married mom friend of mine asking where she could buy "cool" tops because these days she only has "mom clothes" and she doesn't want to look like the aging mom Durannie.

I'm dragging Cory to the show with me - he's such a good sport, in fact he's the one who got me the tickets. Maybe I'll sneak in my flask ...ooh, I just found out the show is seated -- this means we can skip the opening band (because I am old and tire easily on a school night) and just plop our thirtysomething asses into our seats right before Nick Rhodes strikes the first note on his keyboard.

Ah, if only I could bring a lighter for when they play "Save a Prayer."

Jeez, I'm such a geek. But I'm warning all y'all bitches...keep your eyes off Simon. Tonight he's mine once again.