Today, I did something I haven’t done since I was 16. I went to a tanning salon. Eek!! It’s so anti everything I believe in, yet I still did it. My reasoning is this: The last few times I’ve done mystic tan, it’s come out more orange than brown, and I just really don’t feel like being harassed by my old high school friends at a friends wedding on the 12th. I decided that I’d suck it up and use the tanning beds to achieve as natural a tan as possible over the next 9 days. I was fine until I closed the tanning bed down over me, and realized that along with a new fear of flying as I get older, I am now claustrophobic. Sweet jesus…not a good feeling.
…And I got burned. It’s pretty much a disaster. I’m doing the standing up one next time…I can’t deal with the whole “locked in a coffin” feeling I got today.
Thank god I don’t do this shit frequently.