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Tomorrow night I go to my parents' place after work; Saturday we go to Disneyland.

That's Disneyland; the inferior older sister to the west. My mom planned it months ago, talked me into taking a day off work, finally got me to agree to let her buy me a plane ticket, and then, when it was too late to back out of what I thought would be a mother-daughter vacation, invited my Dad to come.

(If you could see me right now, and if I had bangs, I would be blowing my bangs out of my eyes in a resigned manner at this moment.)

It's not that I don't love him, but traveling with my father is like traveling with an extremely immature toddler. They already know that I will not be eating in any sit-down restaurants where he's present; that's non-negotiable.

Otherwise, there's no use being a brat about a free trip to Disneyland, so I intend to enjoy myself.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention