spring break apprehension

a converstation i had the other week:

correspondent: father
subject: spring break

"dad, are we going on vacation this summer?"
--"yeah, i think so. Shari says she needs to go somewhere this year."
"well, because if i'm going to take off a few days to go on spring break i need to figure out what i'm going to do." (i only get a total of 64 hours-essentially 8 days-to take off from clinicals between january 3rd to august 8th. ahhwooga.)
--"you're going on spring break? man, you're too mature for that."
"no, i'm not." definitely. not. "besides i've never gone anywhere for spring break before." this is my last chance, senior year of college, if i don't go now my soul will be incomplete....or something.
he then goes on about the stereotypical things that happen on spring break (girls taking their tops off, people getting blackout drunk, etc.). i know. i watch mtv.
"dad, we're not going to panama city."
--"who's going, where you going?"
"well, kaylin has a condo down in destin-"
--" oh, i'm downnn."
"what? no, you're not invited. this is spring break dad. besides, it's a girl trip."

really, i added that last part in to seal the deal that- no, there are no boys going (unfortunately) and that noooooooo way in hell are you coming. not that he really would've. ....i think. in actuality, he was probably joking. but the fact that i'm still uncertain of whether he was or not- and just the thought of him actually coming- was enough to cause alarm. i love my dad. and i love going on vacation with my dad. but this is not vacation. this is spring break.

now to be clear, this is what i think when dreaming of the up-coming spring break:


me and the girls ( there are 4 of us) relaxing on the beach, boy-scouting, and possibly in the company of oneee too many margaritas. pretty standard. nothing crazy.

and this is what my dad thinks:
now. here is my concern. my father just invited himself and said he was "down" for the above image.

..........

it was a joke. he was joking.