Okay, back story: Two years ago I innocently brought my Mother to Disneyland on the day commonly known as Bats Day. I thought she'd be horrified. Instead, she spent the day delightedly pointing out the different types of strange people. Statements abounded such as
A) Hey, look at that grandma goth!
B) Hey, look at that baby goth!
C) That dog collar looks uncomfortable!
D) Aren't they hot in all that black?
E) Why is that man wearing a top hat?
Fast forward two years. My mother has planned a birthday/Mother's Day trip entirely based on bringing my Dad to witness this Goth-topia for himself. They're from a small town. They're used to making their own fun. So off we went! And I filmed it.
Extra bonus:
My Dad's legendary WORST BRITISH ACCENT EVER makes several appearances! It's like Steve Irwin meets Monty Python meets a Dickensian chimney sweep. It's pretty ear-gougingly awful. Naturally I encouraged it.
BASK IN THE AWKWARD GAWKING! BASK!
