I planned a pretty elaborate weekend for my parents. I had to, I guilt tripped them to visit me in Los Angeles so I'd better have something good prepared. And it all just worked out that I suddenly felt the need to come out...in person. This is how the weekend went.
Echo Park Lake
My parents took the Vietnamese bus which turned out to be a bumpy ride for them. Good thing there was a free Banh Mi. I found them at the Chinatown metro stop where they told me that every Viet person calls So Cal, Los Angeles. When they said they wanted to get off in LA the driver asked back, which part? LA Chinatown or LA Westminster? Westminster is in Orange County.
My parents arrived at 3PM so I took them to a park for a snack and a stroll.
I wanted to show them my neighborhood and despite how run down my house is, I live in a pretty nice community.
We had time to kill so I took my parents to the Charmed House. Oddly, Charmed was one of my dad's favorite shows. He was pretty excited to see it and the rest of Carroll Avenue.
I checked my parent into their AirBnB where they were greeted by an artist. A yoga instructor - fire dancer host who paints and gardens and has a very tastefully decorated apartment. My dad played a fews songs for him and the host said that he has been inspired to pick up playing the piano again. The funny part is that the host lives with his partner. It just happened to be that the nicest most affordable place near my house along the 101 was owned by gays.
It's not a trip to LA without traffic. It was a bit of a challenge getting up the mountain with a concert happening at the Greek Theater, but we made it. I was getting pretty frustrated because the last time my parents visited we couldn't find parking, this time we struggled with parking AND someone pulled the fire alarm.
We waited patiently observing the sunsetting sky for patrons to be let back in.
We got i after waiting 20 minutes! We took some nice shots of the city which everyone has seen before. We also watched a video on how the observatory was built which was pretty compelling to my dad who originally wanted to be an architect when he was a teenager.
For dinner I took them to my favorite Thai restaurant in Thai Town. They were impressed - nothing like the Thai food they were used to. Duck, Noodles, Fried Fish, Meat dish that tasted like papya salad. There were NO leftovers!
And I dropped them off for the evening.
I was really stressed out about how I was going to get to the Westside, but it worked out that there was no freeway traffic that day. Took them to Porto's in Burbank where we over-ordered, but we took the left overs for lunch.
The Getty left
I was worried that I didn't have enough things for my parents to do, but as it turns out my mom and dad loved the Getty so much that we stayed until 4PM. The Getty was also pretty empty while we were there.
My parents were examining every art piece. Some of my dad's favorite artists had their work up. Golly it took a while to go through the collection.
My parents got security nervous taking this picture. Almost fell on the statue.
There was a family area where they allowed people to draw. My dad was so excited, my mom and I left him for 20 minutes so that he could have personal time.
The staff as so impressed that they pinned my dad's art piece on the wall. My dad hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and told me that it was one of his dreams to paint in a museum. He was so happy. I didn't even know that was on his bucket list.
The gardens of course. A treat for my mom who loved the lavender.
The original plan was to tell my parents at the Hollywood Bowl. I joked with my friends that I would time it with Fourth of July Fireworks, but Andrew advised against all of that even if I was joking. He said they would have questions, it should be done in private and I'm thankful that I talked to him because I basically fell a part when I told them.
I was laying down in the fetal position while Netflix was playing a zombie movie after we came home from the Getty left. My dad was rearranging the luggage while my mom sat next to me on the bed. When there was a break in the conversation; I spoke up.
"Are you guys having fun?"
"YES! Of course! We're glad we're here to see you."
"I'm really glad you're here too.. because... I'm 30 now and I love you very much.. and I just wanted to say..."
And I started crying. My mom responded, "i know what you're going to say."
And as if I was speaking a foreign language I struggled with the words and said it quickly "I'm gay." My dad held me and started to cry... "I love you so much Christopher." They told me they knew, aunts and uncles knew and that they just didn't know how to bring it up and just waited for me. They said that a lot of pressure has also been released from their bodies and that they are happy with me and love me no matter what.
And my mom said she would like to learn and understand, but she was still confused about gender roles and sexuality. She said that her friend had a trans-son and I explained that's a different situation.
My mom told me that if I do marry Jimmy that she only asks him to take care of her... because that's what a daughter in-law would traditionally do. Oh dear. That's a lot of pressure.
Here we are right after - I'm crying more than either of them... and I recorded the who thing on the Voice Recorder App, but I don't want to listen to it.. I'm too embarrassed. Maybe one day. With that we're on our way to the next adventure. Everyone feeling relieved and thankful.
I'm pretty lucky to have such understanding parents. I can't say that enough.
I put together a picnic basket full of random finger foods from Trader Joes for our dinner before the show. We found a table at my hidden area and enjoyed the random meal of pate and grapes, crackers and bread.
My mom wanted a Corona.
Just kidding, she wanted the wine too.
Perfect seats! Hollywood sign was in view and Smokey Robinson killed it. My parents were in shock at how many people were there.
The fireworks show was spectacular and meant a lot more this time around because it represented freedom from being silent. Freedom to be who I am without fear. And of course freedom to marry.
I talk to my parents once a week on the phone while in traffic. It's amazing how we've able to "not talk about it" for so long, but now with the elephant in the room deflated, they can ask me about my boyfriend and about my romantic future.
While looking for a Lyft home, my dad took a picture with this street musician sitting the a tunnel near the Bowl. My dad loves taking pictures with street musicians.
Grand Central Market / Bradbury Building
We had just enough time to stop by the Grand Central Market where my mom got really excited about cheap produce. She bought 4 boxes of cherries and 4 boxes of other berries to bring to San Jose. Jimmy joined us for breakfast and they got to know him a little more as my boyfriend.
In between attractions, my parents went looking for a bathroom. At this moment I really understood what it meant to be my parent's son. Because I use the bathroom everyone and anywhere I go!
We made it in time to catch their bus. They saw a short woman collecting money. "WHERE YOU GOING? SAN JOSE!? $40!! GET ON!"
This must be it! My mom got in and my dad yelled at her in Vietnamese. "Say bye to your son!" They hugged me good bye and they were off to NorCal.
For me it's important that people I love visit me as much as I visit them. I want to welcome my home and my space especially to family. And I couldn't have imagined a more perfect weekend with my parents.