Family

Jul 23, 2012 22:13

I've just found out that my kinda-homophobic parents have booked a holiday in what they do not yet know is the 'gay capital' of Spain.

For the last fortnight I've been thinking, "Sitges, why do I know that name?" Then my grandfather talked about politely refusing male attention when he was there decades ago. It clicked. Sitges is family.

"Where are you going again?"
"Sitges."
"... you're going to LOVE it." *cartoon villain laugh*

You guys, I could have touched myself all day and not achieved the sort of pleasure that this news has brought me. You know how horses roll in the grass and it looks like the happiest thing ever? This is so much better than that.

How should I proceed? My options, as I see them:
a) Tell them, film it, wait for inevitable fallout.
b) Don't tell them, wait for inevitable fallout.
c) Embrace my dark side. Don't tell them, but say that a friend went and said you could get the best tapas in town at, say, the Rainbow Bar. Wait for inevitable fallout.

Glorious GLORIOUS schadenfreude. Delicious. I could bottle it.

(I wanna go be queer in Spain, why do they get all the fun?!)
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