As soon as the bag of marshmallows was opened, seven hands attacked it like wild grizzly bears. It was late afternoon and the parents let the kids eat smores so they could all catch up on their gossip…or whatever they talked about.
While the marshmallows roasted over the fire, Aaron continued to try convincing my sisters and I that Hanson sucked and Puff Daddy was cool. We somewhat liked Puff Daddy, also, but it never sunk into his brain that we didn't care what he said. He also didn't understand the fact that we were leaving the resort a day early to go to the Hanson concert in Milwaukee. I probably would have skipped the whole vacation for Hanson, and he would have done the same for a band he liked.
As for Aaron's two brothers, I was fortunate enough to have one male cousin that liked them. Nathan had Middle of Nowhere on tape. The only way he stood up for Hanson, though, was to list all the popular boys in his 4th grade class that also liked them. I knew he didn't like them the same way I did, so I never talked about them for fear he would become sick of them and I'd be alone in my principles.
And Matthew…well…Matthew didn't have many positive things to say about Hanson either. In fact, his only Hanson vocabulary was "Hanson sucks" and his wonderful song "MMMPlop." But lucky for him I wasn't a defensive Hanson fan and found it all mildly amusing.
The first few days were normal and rather boring. The entertainment choices were sitting on the dock, fishing, or eating. Luckily, I brought a portable CD player. Now that I think about it, I didn't listen to Hanson that whole week.
The hours seemed to pass like days, but I was looking forward to Monday. That day I would be staying at Breanna's house. Breanna was a friend I met at camp back in 5th grade. We kept in touch but hadn't seen each other since then. After we met we both became interested in Hanson. I think it was fate.
I don't remember how I spent the few days exactly. All I recall is that I couldn't wait until 6:30 when the bar on the resort opened. The bar was probably the most entertaining place, if we had enough quarters. My cousins, sisters, and I bought all the warheads we could and held contests to see who could keep the sour candies in their mouths the longest. It wasn't really a contest with a winner, though, because we all kept them in the whole time.
One night while sitting in the bar I noticed a dart game among the other video games. I asked my mom for a quarter and gave it a shot. Soon all the kids caught onto the new fad. That became are favorite game.
Kevin Powers (*this kid is a real person and Kevin Powers is his real name*) was a kid staying at the same resort. He was about twelve or thirteen, and nobody liked him. He was too dorky for them. Shannon called him "Kevin Rumphole." I was probably the only one really nice to him. I felt sorry for him. For the rest of that week I called him Austin. (*you know…Austin Powers!*)
The first few days went by, and soon it was Monday. I packed my things and prepared myself for the drive to Breanna's house. I was very excited to be seeing her again, but at the same time I was nervous. I put it all behind me and just hoped for the best.
We found the house with little difficulty, and I stepped out of the car. My parents and sisters watched as I rang the doorbell. Breanna answered. We said hello, I waved to my parents and walked into the house.
