Like so many people this time of year (oh, prom season), my skin has darkened. Mine, though, unlike more of theirs, is not the result of a too-bright closet with lights strong enough to do in six to ten minutes what it takes the sun to do in a similar numbers of hours. Nope, my suntan (okay, sunburn) was earned the old-fashioned way: sun on bare skin (except for the swipe or two of SPF 4 on my back and shoulders).
I think it stinks how a suntan makes everybody look so healthy but is really just your skin cells going crazy. I also think it stinks that I know this, but I'll continue to do it anyway, spending my summer timing my flips from stomach to back with never a higher SPF than fifteen, because as trite as it may be, there is absolutely nothing that can make me feel the same way as a Jersey shore day can. Which brings me to my next point: my very first 2009 beach day (and the scene of the burn-earning)!
Not just a sunburn, I got all the good parts of a mid-July beach day. There were french fries, salt water taffy, lemon-filled lemonade, and the piece-de-resistance: a ferris wheel ride! Keith even bought board-walk sunglasses. The only thing missing was some fudge.
But I won't fret: it's only April. There's plenty of time for fudge.
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