I lead a charmed existence. I have known this for many years, and today is yet another example of why it’s true.
Greg and I spent the evening – a beautiful evening – on a golf course in Wichita watching Air Supply. Forty-eight hours ago, I didn’t even know there was an Air Supply concert planned and tonight I was sitting there with die-hard fans enjoying the free concert.
A friend of Greg’s gave him tickets. We were a bit wishy-washy on going, but are so glad we did. I wanted to go to Wichita thrift store hopping and Greg decided he wanted to do that, too. We thought since we were there anyway we should check out the concert. This was after Greg had offered the tickets to another friend of his who is a devoted Air Supply fan.
The deal was you were supposed to park at an aircraft factory lot, and busses would run from there to the golf course for a concert that was starting at 8.
Well, at 8 we were finishing up thrift stores. So, we moseyed on over to the parking lot and found where we were supposed to park. But, the security guards told us the last bus had run and we were out of luck. We asked if we could just drive to the golf course and park there and they said no, there was no parking there for the concert.
We thanked them and drove off. I looked at Greg and said, “lets just go over there.” He said, “yeah, definitely.” So, we drive the 2-3 more miles over to the golf course, where we found another security guard at the gate. In my best southern girl voice I asked if there was anywhere there we could park for the concert. He said to go to the right and if we could find a place we could have it. We found one. A very nice one, actually.
So, we walked on into the event and arrived just as things were getting underway. I still had my lawn chair in the car from last night’s Rudy Love concert so I set it up in the back and got comfy and sat back to enjoy the music. Greg, of course, headed right down front to get photos. It was very casual, so even though we had arrived late, he was able to go straight to the stage. Naturally, all of these photos are his.
After the concert we met up and went and waited in line to meet the guys. They were very gracious with everyone, and even posed for a photo with Ace.
I gotta tell you – these guys put on a show. Even if you’re not huge fans, you’ll walk away impressed. And, for the record, there were lots of men there without women in tow. Straight men.
I guess if you tour for 30 years, you learn how to put on a show. Or, maybe that’s the other way around and you don’t get people paying to see you for 30 years unless you know how to put on a show. Regardless of the chicken/egg order, the show is worth seeing.
The crowd was loving it.
Greg tells me multiple women were flashing the band. Poor Greg. One has to suffer for one’s art – even including watching women bare their breasts to the band.
Just in case you were wondering, it was a successful day of thrifting, too. Charmed, I tell you… a charmed life… for which I’m incredibly thankful.
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