Back up at the hotel room, we all got into
our flannel pants and white shirts and laid
back to watch some TV. Natalie joined us.
She and Taylor had decided that Tay would
stay with her, as she didn’t favor being alone.
So that meant Ike and I both had a bed to
ourselves. Of course, that hadn’t been a
problem for me, because it was Taylor and
Isaac who were going to have shared. I
was known to not only snore and sleepwalk,
but also to flop all over the bed spontaneously.
Something I’m proud of, as it gets me my
own bed on every trip. There didn’t seem to
be much on TV, but Tay had stopped on
the news and selected “subtitles” and “English”.
Not much new, the same old stuff that
always seemed to be on the news. Someone
murdered someone, someone stole a
car, same old stuff. To me, hearing that
same stuff happen over and over was the
bore of a lifetime. But my brothers didn’t
share that quality of thinking with me. They
seemed to enjoy it, and were impressed
each and every time. I mean really,
if someone stole a car every five seconds,
Taylor would be fainting and Ike gasping for
the rest of their lives. But not me. No, I got
tired of it fast.
“I’m gonna go out to the vending machine,
you guys want anything?” I called out from
the bathroom where I stood, brushing my
teeth. Hmm, maybe I should have gone to
the vending machine before I did that. Oh,
well. I could always brush them again.
“Yeah, get me a Snickers,” Natalie answered.
“Nothing here,” Taylor seemed like he never
ate. Maybe that’s why he was so skinny. Not
that I was fat, as so many like to comment.
Just…bulky. Besides, what fun was it if you’d
never pig out with the guys?
“What about you, Ike?”
“I’m good,” he shouted back. So once again
I made my way out of the room, closing the
door more silently this time. Thankfully, the
vending machine was just down the hall.
This was especially good, because I was in
flannel pants. Hey, there were comfy. I
popped in the quarters and pressed a couple
numbers. Within seconds I had a Snickers
and a bag of Cheeto’s in my hands. I
opened our room door and snapped it
back shut, tossing Nat her candy bar.
“So, what’s on TV?” I plopped down on
my bed and stared at the television. “Ugh,
you guys are still watching the news?”
“Alright, alright! We’ll change it!” Taylor
sighed, flipping through the channels.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“I got it,” Ike volunteered, skipping on over.
“Is there a Zachary Hanson here?” a man’s
voice asked. I figured there was a fan
connected to this in some way.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said through a mouthful
of chips. The man nodded and handed me
a bouquet of flowers. That was strange…I
didn’t remember having any reason to
receive flowers. That’s when I noticed the