Cruising the red light district with my folks

My parents arrived last friday, and we ended up staying at a hotel near the airport, seeing as civilisation is a good hour away by train, and they were tired. I spent a few minutes watching the inhouse porn channels in my hotel room, but they turn themselves off after 5 minutes on each of the two channels. There were messages telling me to press the "Pay" button, so I could continue watching the program and see exactly how it was that the girl was going to pay the pizza boy for the pizza she seemed to not have enough money for... I was tempted, but I could just imagine the conversation with my parents the next morning when they went to pay the bill -

"I'm sorry Kallun, we had planned on spending the entire week here with you, but we blew our entire budget paying for your porn..."

So I ended the night by watching BBC and CNN coverage of the impending arrival of Hurricane Rita. What I don't understand is why its absolutely necessary for the networks to send out dozens of reporters into the battering wind and horizontal rain to tell us that there is battering wind and horizontal rain. It's a category 3/4 Hurricane... I could've told them that.

On the day of my birthday, I invited a bunch of mates out to have dinner with my parents and eat at an "Australian" steakhouse. I actually think it's owned by an American company, because I didn't recognise a lot of the dishes on the menu, much less them being distinctively Australian meals... for example, the 'Bloomin' Onion' - a deep fried onion. We don't really deep fry anything in Australia, so that was a dead giveaway. Somehow or other, the conversation turned to Love Hotels, and my mates were telling my parents that there was a large love hotel district not far from where we were eating. It was on the way home, so my parents decided that they wanted to go and see it for themselves. There is nothing more disconcerting in this world than walking through a seedy red light district where people go to get their funk on, when you're with 3 of your mates, and your giggling parents in tow... Oh wait, there is something worse. Imagine making it to the other side of the district, and turning around to find that your parents aren't there anymore. I started to walk back only to find them turning the corner laughing about how they were busy working out which of the hotels they wanted to try out.

It didn't get any better today when we went shopping and stumbled across a condom store. You'd think they were 13 year old school kids from the way they were giggling at all the sex toys, etc. I can't take them anywhere. The following photo is one of the products that was the source of the giggling.

--When you have to take matters into your own hand--

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