Fake It 'Till You Make It

Over the weekend, Owen and I met up with our friends Holli and Rory. The boys went golfing and us girls went on a body-beautifying adventure! Because we are being health conscious in our adult years, we opted for spray tanning vs. UV tanning.

The salon we chose had two colors: clear and bronze. Although both Holli and I had been spray tanning before, we sat through a lesson from a very enthusiastic salon owner about how to prevent streaking, orange spots, general oompaloompaness etc.

Before:

Holli is a girl who naturally tans. She had just returned from a vacation in Palm Springs where she caught a few too many rays and is still peeling as a result.

I used to get called "Too Tan" by Russ when I was growing up because I am too tan to be an albino. I've never had a real tan in my entire life- a few epic sunburns that evolve right into my pasty white complexion a few weeks later with no evidence that I've ever seen the sun before. Ever.

During:

I rehearsed the moves, (pretended to downhill ski) I prepped all of the usual suspects for orangyness, (knees, knuckles, elbows), and I am prepared to get shot with a stream of cold DHA.

I stepped in the booth, punched the green button and immediately realized three things:
1) I've never been a good skier.
2) I forgot my foam nose plug that i paid a whole dollar for.
3) I also forgot the goggles.

After:
I ummm... It looks like I wiped with my hand! My feet...ghaa. No words. It could be worse!

The last picture is the difference between clear and bronze. You could see Holli's tan right away as mine didn't fully develop until this morning.