How come I end up where I went wrong?

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.