How come I end up where I went wrong?

[constance]

Three months ago:

Mom: I'm scheduling a family vacation for us before my surgery. Any requests? Anything you don't want?

Me: You know I'm easy. But I don't do all that well at the beach, so all other things being equal--

Mom: Yeah, your father doesn't like beaches much either. I'll see what beachless things we can come up with.

Two months ago:

Mom: Well, the good news is that the trip's all booked.

Me: Oh, good! So where are we going?

Mom: Um. The beach. But it's St. Simons Island! There'll be lots to do apart from the beach. Shopping and activities on the island. It's beautiful and historic!

Me: Huh. Well, okay then.

Tonight:

Mom: Are you bringing a swimsuit?

Me: Nah. It's gonna be too chilly for that, and sun and sand don't agree with me. I don't really have any plans that don't involve reading on the deck and exploring the island.

Mom: ...Oh.

Me: What?

Mom: It's just that there's not a whole lot to do on the island. It's not going to take too long to explore.

Me. -_-

All this is to say. I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow, and I was planning on being busy, but now that I know I've been totally suckered by an expert con artist, I'm thinking that if there's internet it might very well seem as though I never left. So I'm not saying goodbye; we'll just see how it goes, yeah? Yeah.

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Your mom cracks me up! I'm sorry you don't like the beach; if I could volunteer to take that sand-n-sun stuff off your plate, I totally would.

If they do have internet available, frequent What I'm Doing Right Now updates will be very much looked forward to. And I'm keeping my fingers crossed that maybe there WILL be other stuff to do!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

It's not that I don't like the beach so much as that I don't like the sand. If the waves just rolled up on something else -- I have no idea what, let me think about that for a while -- and the sun would choose not to scorch me like a marshmallow over a campfire, I'd be happy to swim around all day.

I'm sure there will be stuff to do. In fact, given my father's rigorous trip-planning skills, I'll be lucky if every minute of every day we'll be there hasn't already been accounted for!