The Gayest Vacation Ever
On Saturday, I am leaving for a week-long trip to Miami, for the Miami Gay & Lesbian Film Festival.
If this seems a little out-of-character for me, it’s because it is: I’m going as a guest of my friend Royce, who won tickets, airfare and hotel accommodations to the festival through a contest. I’m actually the fourth person he chose, since his boyfriend isn’t over the age of 21, another friend is getting ready for the Peace Corps and yet another friend is in Arizona.
Seriously, I’ve never been so excited to be fourth string in anything, ever.
While I’ve been to Disneyworld three or four years ago, I know enough to know that Miami isn’t the same as Orlando. What I DO know about Miami consists the following: Miami Vice, The movie “The Bird Cage,” Gloria Estefan and Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. So basically, the image in my head is of the following: Nathan Lane in a hot pink bikini, listening to his Walkman (NOT his iPod, mind you, his WALKMAN) while he’s rollerskating down South Beach. Then some random guy in a Hawaiian shirt comes up to him, does a line of cocaine and shoots him in the back of the head. The End.
On top of all of this, Royce and I are going to spend a day or two in Key West, which single-handedly makes this the gayest vacation I’ve ever been on. (Seriously, have you browsed the gay accommodations in Key West? Christ, I’m going to feel like I’m trapped in an 80’s porno movie.)
I’m handling all of this with a mixture of excitement and absolute horror; while Royce is getting an outfit, his hair done and has appointments at tanning salons planned, it’s not really my thing, personally. And as a result, I might have to apologize to the locals later for how tubby and pale I am, walking around their city full of beautiful people. If nothing else, it’ll make for an interesting blog post. (And if you’re in the area, of course, let me know one way or another.)
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