I had been looking forward to the Evansville Hadi ShrinersFest all summer, and the weekend that it was scheduled for– I was scheduled to work. I was so upset about missing the Navy Blue Angels (I’ve never seen them before!) until I got home from work Saturday night and Mom said, “Are you going to the air show tomorrow?” You mean the air show is two days?!
I made the spontaneous decision to ditch church and my mountain of laundry to head to Evansville on Sunday. It was the best decision ever!
After a quick stop for lunch at Taco John’s in Henderson, I arrived in Evansville. I parked at the Civic Center, but got lost on my way to the festival. Luckily I found my way again (thanks Google Maps!) I paid my $10 to get in, joking with a Shriner that I should just bend down, pretend I’m 12, and get in free. I promptly stopped at the porta-potties because that medium Mountain Dew I had on the drive over was a bad decision.
Then, I went to find a seat. I never found the bleacher seats, so I had to settle for sitting on a pile of rocks. At least the rocks weren’t at a 45 degree angle like the grass hill behind me. I whipped out my latest LifeWay buy and read for about an hour. And then, I had to pee again. So I went back to the porta-potties, but when I returned to my seat, a family had stolen it! I had to resort to sitting on the hill!
Thankfully, it was time for the show to start. They played a song and everybody stood up, and naturally I wasn’t really paying attention, so I put my hand over my heart. Except it turned out to be “God Save the Queen.” #Awkward. Then they played the National Anthem and I was like “Here we go.”
I have a fear of airplanes, but I was so amazed at these pilots’ skills I forgot all about it. I was totally mesmerized.
I think my favorite part of the airshow was watching Fat Albert fly. It was just so awesome to me that Captain Higgins was one of Bert’s pilots. Look! Girls can be just as great as boys! (I left feeling a little sad that there are all these awesome women doing things like flying C-130s and being military officers– like my friend Laura– and I’m just over here working in Human Resources and at LifeWay. Not so awesome.)
Oh yeah, one quick story. The Blue Angels were in Owensboro in the 80s for an air show, and my mom got to go to the private pilots’ dinner the night before. One of the pilots wanted to check on his plane, and he took my mom along. She was literally one foot from a fighter jet. She may or may not have been flirting. (80s Alisa was HOT!) #IGetItFromMyMomma