Bronzer. As in... "Amy is bronzer than she was two days ago."
I went tanning for the first time in... ever... yesterday.
I'm going to Oregon, this weekend, and I decided that my terrible tan lines were not going to work in my favor. So... I abandoned my hippie, pale-skinned roots and decided I'd soak up some artificial rays at Seattle Sun Tan.
Let me say, "JESUS TANNING IS EXPENSIVE." The sun is FREE. I blew $80 on a $50 membership (because you have to buy packages) that'll get me three tans, tanning lotion (that does smell really nice... like baked goods) and tanning bed eyewear.
I pay for all of this, use that neato fingerprint scanner (so Seattle Sun Tan is very high end, I guess, which is why it's expensive. I just had a discount there because I work at Red Robin... so I had to go) and then the lady shows me to the level 5 bed.
So. I find out I'm on the most expensive bed. But whatever. It's got what... like "360* coverage, a contoured acrylic bed, and full-body cooling systems". The lady says, "You've got 5 minutes to get ready, and then you push the blue button when you're about to get on the bed."
After five minutes, the bed started beeping at me and I got nervous and pushed the blue button. Apparently twice, but I'll get back to that.
So I stretch out on the bed, hook those little eye glass things on, and relax. It was a little noisy (which is the air, I think) but painless. I kept thinking, "Gee... these tanning people have it DOWN. I can't feel a THING!"
Ten minutes later, the lady buzzes my room. "Amy... did you turn your bed on?"
AHAHAHAHA! NO. I had turned it ON... and then OFF!
So I had been lying on the acrylic bed for ten minutes, thinking to myself about how wonderful tanning is because you can't feel it... only to find out that I wasn't tanning.
She reset the bed and I tanned. It was okay. Hot, but I liked the air conditioning thinger. Annnd I got a little burned, but not bad.
So. I don't think I'll buy tanning again (after I use up my membership), but I thought that was a funny enough story to share.
I'm going to Oregon, this weekend, and I decided that my terrible tan lines were not going to work in my favor. So... I abandoned my hippie, pale-skinned roots and decided I'd soak up some artificial rays at Seattle Sun Tan.
Let me say, "JESUS TANNING IS EXPENSIVE." The sun is FREE. I blew $80 on a $50 membership (because you have to buy packages) that'll get me three tans, tanning lotion (that does smell really nice... like baked goods) and tanning bed eyewear.
I pay for all of this, use that neato fingerprint scanner (so Seattle Sun Tan is very high end, I guess, which is why it's expensive. I just had a discount there because I work at Red Robin... so I had to go) and then the lady shows me to the level 5 bed.
So. I find out I'm on the most expensive bed. But whatever. It's got what... like "360* coverage, a contoured acrylic bed, and full-body cooling systems". The lady says, "You've got 5 minutes to get ready, and then you push the blue button when you're about to get on the bed."
After five minutes, the bed started beeping at me and I got nervous and pushed the blue button. Apparently twice, but I'll get back to that.
So I stretch out on the bed, hook those little eye glass things on, and relax. It was a little noisy (which is the air, I think) but painless. I kept thinking, "Gee... these tanning people have it DOWN. I can't feel a THING!"
Ten minutes later, the lady buzzes my room. "Amy... did you turn your bed on?"
AHAHAHAHA! NO. I had turned it ON... and then OFF!
So I had been lying on the acrylic bed for ten minutes, thinking to myself about how wonderful tanning is because you can't feel it... only to find out that I wasn't tanning.
She reset the bed and I tanned. It was okay. Hot, but I liked the air conditioning thinger. Annnd I got a little burned, but not bad.
So. I don't think I'll buy tanning again (after I use up my membership), but I thought that was a funny enough story to share.