It all started when the middle sister, Jaime (I’m the oldest of three) called me and said very excitedly, “You wanna go see Air Supply?!” I immediately replied with a, “Fuck, yeah!”
So began our journey as “Air Heads.” It has become a pilgrimage of sorts. Both of my sisters, my mom and my aunt will travel approximately a four-hour radius to catch a show. We have been to five shows in three states thus far. We also have one on the books for this summer.
The first show was nothing short of amazing. It was at a casino in French Lick, IN. We walked into the room and Jaime looked at the tickets and then the seats. Her eyes became huge and she said, “Are you fucking kidding me!” Yeah, baby. We were front row center! Had I known, I would have brought an extra pair on panties to throw on stage.
Jaime is five years younger than me. We grew up listening to Air Supply and have very fond memories. My mom is also a fan. Rachael, the youngest sister, and I are separated by 11 years. She only knew one of their songs. However, girlfriend is always up for a road trip and fruity drinks. My Aunt Patti usually does not go to the shows. She is just in it for the hotel, cocktails and the possibility of gambling—Air Supply is big on the casino circuit.
The five of us are pretty tight and these concerts have brought us closer together. I laugh with them like I laugh with no one else. They are totally my brand of crazy.
I know a lot of folks would shake their heads at the prospect of an Air Supply show, but let me tell you, those old dudes bring it! They sound amazing and it is entertaining AF. I’m a horrible singer, but I sing along with every damn song. It feels amazing.
The inside joke is my mom and Russel (the lead singer) are twins. They are both tiny people and have the same haircut. Oh, how we laugh. We are also borderline stalkers of the very hot guitar player in the band. I got my pic taken with him at the last show where Jaime scored us VIP passes. Yum.
A couple of shows back, Aunt Patti (Sissy) decided to go to the show because it was her birthday. Sissy has limited blood flow to her brain due to a lifetime of southern cooking, so she was in a wheelchair with oxygen tank in tow. I’m not sure exactly how the series of events after the concert were set into motion. I can only assume it had something to do with Rachael talking to strangers. Rachael will talk to anyone about anything.
Jaime and I were several glasses of wine in when, as we were exiting the show, we see a more intoxicated lady holding Sissy’s hand and singing happy birthday. In unison, Jaime and I say, “What the fuck?” Sissy is smiling, nodding and looking very uncomfortable. Jaime and I immediately double over in laughter and try as hard as we can to not pee our pants. Mom may have peed her pants. That is a subject of great debate to this day. Rachael, who is a professional photographer, is of course, rolling video. This was the best birthday gift ever! Not to Sissy, but to us other assholes who still give her shit about it.
The lady wrapped up her number and continued to tell Sissy how pretty and special she was. Thank goodness her companion finally dragged her off. At this point Sissy looked up at us and said “How the fuck old does she think I am? That crazy bitch is as old as me. Well, I never!” Yes. Jaime and I may get our foul mouths from Sissy.
To calm Sissy’s nerves, we took her to the casino. She won 100 bucks and got over the insult.
We have so many memories and funny stories from our Air Supply adventures. If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would be an Air Head, I would have rolled my eyes. Alas, I’m here to tell you, I hope those fuckers live forever.
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Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
