Free ticket, free ride, and free dinner dating the night of Friday, September 30, 2016.
Few days before the concert, I received a phone call from Uncle Jun (aka The Attorney), and he cordially invited me to see soft rock band, Air Supply, with him and his wife, Lea. Courtesy from them.
Lea's friend, Adele, could not find anybody else to take her mother's seat, for the reason that, her mother is still in the Philippines. So, Adele and her husband, Michael, have an extra ticket to give away. Courtesy from them.
Therefore, I will be seated separately from Uncle Jun and Lea. Instead, I will be sitting alongside Adele and Michael. (I did not really care about it anyway, because I was mainly excited for the free ticket.)
Again, courtesy from them.
It reminds me of a food chain, but nobody gets eaten. The main source in the chain is Adele and Michael. Adele and Lea were classmates from nursing school. Uncle Jun's son and I are friends.
I call it, "The Courtesy Chain Effect." (I just Googled and/or Urban Dictionary-ed it, and nothing popped up. Yuh, I am the first to invent this term.)
I am not the biggest fan of Air Supply. Importantly, they were famously known in the early 1980s. (I may have heard of this artist before. Who knows? But me. When Uncle Jun invited me, I listened to their top songs on my 3-month free subscription from Apple Music, unless I did hear them on the FM radio station, 96.5 KOIT. Since I brought up this station, here is their slogan, "Lite rock, less talk.")
"You, Michael, and Adele have way better seats than me and Lea," a day before the concert, Uncle Jun told me.
I get a free ride going there and coming back home, courtesy from Uncle Jun and Lea. (Actually, my park and ride was at their house in Fairfield.)
The concert was held in Thunder Valley Casino Resort in Lincoln, CA located near Sacramento. Also, Little River Band opened for Air Supply.
Uncle Jun, Lea, and I arrived at the casino resort before Adele and Michael, who were coming from San Jose. Obviously, it is nothing compared to the Vegas Strip. (Last year, I have been to Vegas multiple times.) Like everybody else, we assumed the venue will be indoor.
(As usual, Uncle Jun wears formal clothes consisting of a collared shirt, dressed pants, and his comfortable Cole Haan shoes. Nothing wrong with that. Everybody has their own type of style and preference. Luckily, he wore a sweater, given from his favorite son, over his collared shirt, and he told Lea and me, "I knew it was gonna be outdoor." Lea jokingly asked, "Why come you didn't tell us?")
I wore a long-sleeved buttoned shirt, and I folded the sleeves upward to my elbows. That way, once it gets cold, then I can roll down my sleeves. One of my good friends taught me this. Yes, I wore pants. Whew, a sigh of relief. I was still cold, but it was better than nothing.
(Surprisingly, they only sold t-shirts. Everybody was asking for sweaters. They would have earned a lot of money. They assumed it will be a warm day, while everybody else assumed, it will be an indoor venue.)
Uncle Jun and Lea found their assigned seating, while I found mine. (Since it was a small-sized type of venue, their seats were not bad after all.)
As you can see from the photo below, we were early. Concert was scheduled at 7, but it actually started at 7:30. I was seated alone at that time. (Embracing my loneliness for a bit.)
Then, Adele and Michael showed up, like at 7:15. We introduced ourselves, then started talking. I asked them, "Do you want anything, like a drink or something?" I continually told them, "My treat. Please, I insist." They nicely answered me, "No, it is okay. We are fine." It was their 3rd time seeing Air Supply live.
Video below is a mini-footage (about 23 seconds long) of Little River Band. My favorite song of the night from them.
Treat this "nice & big" photo below, like the kids' illustration book, Where's Waldo? (Hint: Adele, Michael, and I had one of the best seats in the house. Closely right smack in the middle. Even though I wore a long-sleeved shirt, I was still freezing cold.) Courtesy from Wayne Nelson, lead vocals of Little River Band. (Picture was uploaded on their Facebook.)
Video below of Graham Russell from Air Supply peacefully talking to his fellow fans. Let there be light from a very cold night. Random. Enjoy.
At last, I took a best photo of the Air Supply dynamic duo. Photo shown below. Courtesy from taking many photos.
I struggled taking selfies with Air Supply as my background. (I did have one good selfie, except I hated my facial expression. I looked like a serial rapist.) Then, Adele offered to take me a picture with Air Supply. Picture below is shown. Courtesy from Adele.
Video below of Russell Hitchcock ending his walk around the fans. (I should have recorded him earlier, when I had the chance. Instead, I wanted to find a way to get a bit closer, so I can take a selfie with him. Too little, too late. Lesson learned.)
A video below of the dynamic duo. As their song ends, Russell Hitchcock raises his left hand upward to his left ear. Then, I yelled out, "Wooo!" (That's my yell when I cherry pick from basketball. For example, I leak out on a defensive rebound, then I yell at my teammate. Thus, my teammate can throw an outlet pass to me for an open layup.)
When I stopped yelling, Russell placed his arm down. Possible, he did heard me. (I doubt it.) I am going analytical, like a play-by-play commentating from a basketball game. Just watch the video below.
Go ahead, and relive the moment with me. You already have, if you are still reading this... (Kind of sounds like the old album from the artist, Drake. Yuh.) Video shown below of them performing their hit song, "All Out of Love."
(I only recorded the first 2 minutes and 34 seconds of it, because my arm was freezing, and I wanted to focus on them. All eyes on them.)
If it is too long for you, fast forward it at 2:16. I recorded a good angle of Russell Hitchcock singing to the crowd. One of my good friends told me, "In taking pictures or videos, you must always find the right angle." I answered, "Perfection at its best.")
Photo below is Air Supply thanking their fans. They call it a night. Farewell, Lincoln.
After the concert ended, I was treated with a free dinner, BJ's Restaurant and Brewhouse. (You were hoping something more, more pricey. I just Yelped the most expensive restaurant in Sacramento, and The Kitchen Restaurant popped up. Obviously, I have never been there before, and never will be.)
Even though I have been at BJs restaurant multiple times, I never get tired of their food and beer, especially their whiskey barrel stout. (When I worked at a liquor store, BevMo, one of my good customers recommended me that stout. Also, he told me that it is only brewed in Vacaville location. Thanks.) Courtesy from Uncle Jun and Lea.
My only repay from Uncle Jun and Lea was driving them back home from the restaurant.
(After the concert ended, I did insist to drive. FYI, I passed on the stout, since Uncle Jun accepted my offer at the restaurant. He was getting tired as well. It was a very long day for him. Instead, I only drank water at the restaurant.)
Finally, courtesy from myself.
Most importantly, always be thankful and grateful. Remember, "The Courtesy Chain Effect." (Side note: Every photo and video taken in this blog was only from my iPhone 6.)