I decided on Paris for six nights the first week of May. In the process of finding deals and talking to people I had a shocking revelation. All the best ones require two adult travelers! As soon as you change the booking to one adult the price goes from $700+ per person to $1100+! What the hell? After digging around for a while I managed to find a package where I was only taxed an extra $200 for being a loser. My hotel should be interesting, its definitely crappy and in the very active red light district. However the location is amazing. I can imagine the would be complaints from any of my ex's and it makes me laugh.
With my trip booked and feeling elated I thought I'd tell my parents what I've been up to. Neither of them have been to Europe, and I was looking forward to their reactions.
It goes like this:
me: I'm going to Paris in May for a week!!!!
parents: who are you going with?
me: I'm going alone it's going to be great!!!
---long pause---
Mom: you're going to the most romantic city in the world alone?
that sucks.
me: No it's great, I'll do whatever I want and be a weirdo artist in
Paris!!!
Mom: I still don't know why you'd pick Paris, can't you take that
New York girl with you? It would be so nice.
ME: Mom, your missing the point.
My Dad was a little kinder but just as perplexed. Despite a big maneuver to pull my shit together and find my feet my parents think I'm more of a hot mess than ever. I don't require their validation, but even at my age I still like a little parental praise.
I am aware of the one thing a couple vacation has to offer which I will miss out on, that being vacation sex. I'm going to try to make lemon-aids out of that and attempt international stranger sex. If I can meet a french girl that isn't a hooker.
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