In the spirit of Christmas and Andy Cohen, I think this ratchet site could use one of the questions he loves to ask his guests. And also it is about me and a half nekkid Andy Gibb.
I was raised in a strict southern baptist family. I was also raised in Libya. Many people in Georgia were raised in Libya because Lockheed is a hop skip and a jump for Dobbins Air Force Base. And Lockheed makes a lot of plane there. So they sold a lot of planes to Gahdaffi. So I was raised to walk with confidence from an early age. In the souks of Libya you must walk through like you know where you are going. This was a good trait. I used to have a walk that would make Cynthia Bailey jealous. Now I sort of amble. I digress.
So my first concert was Toys For Tots.
I get it. It’s not a good story. EXCEPT Andy Gibb was there. I went with a girl who was older than me that I looked up to. And her parents who convinced my parents to let me go.
Maybe I have always been a loner, but I used my Tripoli (act like you are supposed to be there) strut to march my ass backstage. This is probably also why I have a hard time managing friendships because I totally blew off my friend and her parents who took us there. I was just doing my thing and knew I could get backstage and once I did I did not want to come out.
Somehow, I ended up Andy Gibb’s dressing room. He walked out half nekkid. He apologized for not knowing I was there. At some point his photographer befriended me. She invited me to his after party (supposedly at his request). In my high school eyes, Andy Gibb was totally in love with me. Sadly, I had to go home with my friend (who was pissed as hell at me and we were no longer friends)
I really wanted to go. But I had barely left the house under my parents supervision and was a virgin and fucking Andy Gibb and being a musician whore seemed to have more downsides than upsides. IN RETROSPECT losing my V cared to ANDY GIBB should have come first. I mean not that it was offered. Or that Andy would have done that, allegedly.