Last night, Tom and I spent the evening in a luxurious hotel room surrounded by all sorts of friends to watch the finale.
Tom’s bed was super comfy, and didn’t even really have the appearance of his hospital bed at home, although it had the same functions – yanno the ones, the ability to raise and lower the head of the bed at the press of a button, blah blah blah.
The view from the room waaaay high up in the air was amazing at night. Vast blackness in the distance met by twinkling lights from below and the stars above. At one point, I opened one of the floor to ceiling windows with the little spin handles attached to it, which propped the window open to a 45 degree angle outwards, letting the amazingly cool night air into the room.
It wasn’t really necessary to help cool off the room though. I mean, ya spend the big bucks, and the room better cool itself down even if its packed full of people!
The huge flat screen TV was across the room from Tom, to make sure he had a great view of the show. After all, none of us knew how the finale was going to turn out. We were all curious and glued to the screen when the program began.
When Bret Michaels arrived to our room, no one was shocked or amazed. Obviously, why would they be? I mean, it just made perfect sense for him to be there.
I greeted Bret with a hug and made sure that he had a drink immediately, getting him settled in on a bar stool (by the bar, of course) with a clear view of the flat screen as well. He was more than happy to be with us last night. Smiling and making small talk with everyone around. I could tell he was excited about the finale also.
As the program continued on, and the suspense started to build, people started asking some rather intriguing questions:
- “How did I not know you were on this show?”
- “Well, I wasn’t allowed to say anything.”
- “What did he think of it all?”
- “He wasn’t concerned.”
Strange things, out of context, but I had answers to anything thrown my way. Except about the finale. I was clueless about the outcome myself.
Tom smiled at me across the room, and I smiled back. I sure do love that man, I thought while continuing answering questions and attempting to keep an eye on the tv.
Bret kind of tilted his head towards the tv, to signal to me that it was time to pay attention.
I shushed the questions from our friends and turned to watch.
There I was, on the season finale of Rock of Love.
Somehow I was in the top two – with no recollection of any of it.
I was on the screen. Bret was on the screen. Honestly, a strange sensation, if you’ve never had it happen before… especially without remembering it happening to begin with.
The TV Bret hugged me tight and told me I was a wonderful girl. But, obviously, I was very much in love with Tom. And, Bret told me how much he knew that Tom loved me too, since they had developed a friendship through the taping of the show – somehow…?
Bret told me that he wanted to make sure Tom and I never struggled financially again. He said we both deserved it, and each other. That we had the type of love that he could only dream of finding on a TV show like this…
And, as the runner up on his show, Rock Of Love, he was giving Tom and I some huuuuuuuuuge check.
I turned away from the TV set with tears of happiness in my eyes, looking back and forth between Tom and Bret. Tom smiled the same smile Bret had, as if he knew all along this would be the outcome of the finale.
And, knowing those two, they probably had it planned out that way from the beginning.
