Tan Rant

I went to the BeachHouse Tanning Salon today on my way home from work. I'm tanning because - 1. I enjoy the warmth. 2. I think I look good with a tan and it's been a long time since I had one (Damn living in Hoth), and 3. I want to have a good tan when we go to North Carolina, since I will be wearing a swimsuit a lot, and it will also help me not get burnt down there.

Anyway, the tanning bed I was given today was stupid. They all kick on about 5 minutes after you go to the room, which is always about 2 minutes before I'm all lotioned up and ready to lay down. Most of them, you can stop and then start when you are ready. Once you stopped this one, it reset itself. I blame the girl behind the counter for the first time I had to put my clothes back on over my now-greasy body and ask them to reset it. The second time was completely my fault, because she had warned me that you couldn't hit start on this bed, it would just start when the time was up. So that was the second time I had to redress and go out and ask for it to be reset. The third time I re-applied my tanning lotion, laid down, and waited. A small note here about the music in this place. Most of the time it's pop and dance pop. I don't mind too much. Today it was a lot of booty-shaking rap, which I got sick of pretty quickly. After patiently waiting while listening to the rap, the machine beeped like it was about to kick on. And then the timer zeroed out again. I had to get dressed again, and move to a different bed. This one didn't have a neck rest. But I got my 10 minutes in, scheduled for tomorrow and came home. Then I was sitting here reading MySpace stuff, randomly scratching my neck, and I come back with this yucky goo on my fingers. I had residue from the multiple applications of my bronzer.

So back tomorrow, going to up the time to 12 minutes, and hopefully there won't be any problems.

Grr... I just want to be all toasty!

Merry Part and Blessed Be

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