A Mom's Adventure: The Spray Tan

"WHEW," I thought, as I breathed a sigh of relief.  "I survived the spray tan!"

But, then, why is the machine still making noise?

AAARRRGGGHHH, it's a dryer!

By the time I jumped back in, the dryer, naturally, had stopped.

"Um, excuse me?"  I called shakily over the wall partition, looking for help from my young tanning expert at the front desk.  "I kind of missed the dryer.  What do I do now?"

"Oh, just stand there for a few minutes and drip-dry.  You'll be fine," she sang out positively.

Those were some of the strangest few minutes of my life....as I stood naked, cold and wet...in a weird little room...in a weird little establishment.

But, alas, I was bronze!

Aside from a hideable stripe, all the way down my arms (I apparently didn't hold my limbs correctly during my freak-out) the spray tan actually looked pretty good...and did the trick of making me feel a little bit more sure of myself while I smiled and posed.  And, folks noticed!  "Where have you been?" envious friends asked at school pick-up.

Little did they know...it wasn't Bermuda or Aruba....just a shopping plaza outside of Hartford.

But, will I ever embark on this adventure again?  Probably not.

The spray tan smelled gross...left marks on my pillow...and rubbed off in a few days.

Oh yeah, and when I blew my nose, tan stuff came out.


But, it's a good story, right?

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