My boyfriend suprised me with tickets to the Duran Duran concert at the PNC Center during the summer of 2000. He didn't call me for like 3 weeks before this and I was afraid that he was thinking of breaking up with me and I wouldn't get to go. Luckily this didn't happen, although I was still mad at him for not even calling I don't even remember why he hadn't done so. I was just glad that I'd be getting to see DD for the first time although I was a little disappointed that John Taylor was no longer in the group, or even Roger. Didn't care about no Andy though - that sounds mean. I don't remember much about this event. I was a bit ashamed that I sung a little during Rio and swayed to the music. I should've looked at the screen and used the binoculars more. There were some rude people next to us who got up 4 or 5 times for more beer. Mike met a girl that he knew there and I was a little jealous that she had a seat close to the stage.