today is the 7 year anniversary of the morning that me and kraw got to sit in hanson's minivan at the marriot. it was a glorious morning, though we got there so early that the sun was not yet out from behind the clouds. we went into the lobby and got some starbucks coffee. adorned in my "jesus is my homeboy shirt," and sweats, we eagerly sat in the lobby staring at the check out counters. the minutes were ticking by, soon an hour had passed, no hanson. about to give up, a man with a shaved head holding a giant box walked into the lobby. kraw and i looked at each other, could it be? isaac hanson? well we soon found out. we chased this young man out of the lobby and down the front of the marriot screaming "are you isaac?!?" he angrily replied, "yes." i asked if he could sign my shirt and he seemed annoyed but willing. all of a sudden, kraw noticed zac in the back of the van and started crying hysterically. i moved over so that she could talk to him, and suddenly, my world stopped. taylor hanson opened up the van door. i sat there in shock, not knowing how to respond, then suddenly blurted out: OH MY GOD! YOU'RE TAYLOR HANSON! He laughed and said yes, and then kraw climbed in and i basically sat on taylor's lap. i asked him if we could take a picture and he laughed at me. then zac grabbed kraw's boob by accident and said "don't get me arrested." lisa also gave zac a card with her number on it. sadly he never called. taylor was a sweetheart, asking if we bought the album and thanking us a million times for stalking them. their tour manager was yelling that they were going to miss their flight, but i basically told him to fuck off and stop ruining my life dream. we were 16. this is the only photographic evidence we have.
