roll back the ozone and give me direct sunlight
I love the sun. If there’s a patch of sun, I want to be in it. I love the warmth and that wonderful drowsy feeling you get right before a heat stroke. Nowadays I limit my sun exposure to 1-2 weekends a year. As I get older, I’m getting paranoid about wrinkles and sunspots. It’s not really about vanity – it’s more about preservation. If I were vain, would my ass be this big? I think not.
This last weekend I went to Laurie’s to hang poolside with Catherine. It was an extra cool weekend since my Aunt AJ and cousin Kira were there. It was neat to see the sister dynamic between AJ and Laurie. And Kira totally rocks. Figuratively and literally. I think my favorite part of the weekend was Laurie on the piano and Kira on the guitar playing Turtle Blues.
Back to the sunburn. So like, 15-20 years ago I used to tan all the time. I’d even go to the tanning salon to get a base tan so I wouldn’t be fish belly white those first few weeks at the beach. Unfortunately all that sun and tanning caused a mole… heck, let’s call it a beauty mark… on my face. It actually is located in a very flattering position, it’s not hairy or weird looking, it hasn’t grown bigger over the last decade… so I leave it mostly alone. (yes, doctors have looked at it). So the mole freaked me out and changed my sun worshiping ways – now I wear sunscreen everyday and stay out of the sun. Mostly. But not this last weekend.
Saturday we hit the pool around noon and I took the time to get Catherine all greased up, but I completely neglected to apply any to me. When we headed inside, I was pretty burnt. One of those burns where the heat from my shoulders could cook bacon. Wearing a bra has been hell. My nose is peeling and I look like a Sleestak. But what did I do Sunday?!? That’s right – POOLSIDE BABY! Sunday I used a 35 spf spray, but it wore off quickly in the water. We left at 2:00, but by then the damage was done.
BUT I have a totally kick ass tan now!!!