Friday, April 29, 2011

Change It Up - Tanning


Disclaimer: Before reading this post, I want you all to raise your right hand and repeat after me, "I, [insert name here], will not give Torrie a hard time for taking on this challenge. I know that she was perfectly knowledgeable about the future consequences before going to below-mentioned location and that she does not need to hear any more lectures because Matt already did his share and then some."

Okay, now that that's over with, I will try to keep my comments justifying myself to a minimum.

Confession: I have never been to a tanning bed. Ever. And I didn't think I would ever even see one live, up close, and in person...until I was trotting out the door to have my bridals taken and heard my brother Carter say, "Nice tan line, Torts." I laughed it off and mostly brushed the comment aside, until we got our pictures back and I saw that every picture of my back had an impressive farmer's tan line etched right above my dress. So what's a girl to do? The line had taken me a year and a half of drowning in the El Salvador sun and heat to get, and I knew it would not go easily. I considered doing a sunless tanning lotion at home, but I was worried about the possibility of streaks, not to mention the fact that I can't stand the smell. I considered doing a spray tan, but I had one too many people (or like ten too many people) tell me not to risk it, citing the fact that I didn't want to look like a carrot on my wedding day.

So I decided to do it--to go against all my sun-protection morals and just go for it. With Matt's solid disapproval sitting like a dumbbell in my stomach, I drove over to The Rage salon. With my free tanning session coupon clenched in my nervous fist, I walked in the door with palm trees painted on it and saw three girls with distinct tanning-goggle lines sizing me up.

"Uh, I've never been in here before, or really any tanning salon, but uh, I have this coupon and I'm getting married next week and I need to get rid of this line..."

The curly-haired brunette looked at me sympathetically as she handed me a clipboard so I could fill out my information. I tried not to listen too hard when they started talking with each other about how going to FHE was like extra credit...if you missed church, you could just make it to Monday night's activity. Needless to say, I was probably trying too hard not to look too scared after that.

The brunette with the goggle lines started to fill me in on the different tanning beds available, citing which ones used more UVA rays and which ones provided the deepest tans. All I could think was, "Where is the lightning that will strike me down for killing myself off slowly, one fake UVA ray at a time?"

She recommended that I go to the third bed she listed, because it was the least likely to burn me. She also suggested that I go in for only 3 minutes after sizing up my snowdrop skin and light eyes. I swallowed hard, then said, "Let's go for 4."

Go big or go home.

Luckily one of the workers took compassion on me and showed me how everything worked (and mentioned that I needed to close the top of the bed over myself, which I probably wouldn't have thought to do). As I looked at the towel and goggles lying on the glass machine and heard the 90s music blaring through the loudspeakers just above me, I had one last, panicked thought: "It's not too late to get out."

But the worker shut me in the closet-like room, and I proceeded to gingerly strip down to my underwear and make my way awkwardly onto the rounded surface. Positioning myself and taking a deep breath (just in case it would be my last), I pulled the top over me and lay in my glass coffin, waiting to see the light.

Even with my goggles on, I saw the lights burst on, beaming from one end of the bed to the other. I swear I saw green and pink rays shooting up the sides, and I thought, "Is this thing gonna EAT me?!" It was the closest experience I've ever had to being abducted by aliens, and I dreamed of soaring off in my UFO to a far-away galaxy where there were no tan lines and where everyone gets by on extra credit religious practices.

Since I was paranoid that the parts that touched the machine would get more burnt, I lifted up my arms and legs, giving myself a killer ab workout while I slowly baked in the coffin-sized UFO. And before I knew it, the lights all went out and I felt a breeze of cold air chill my pink skin. Slowly rolling out of the bed, I peeked my face into the mirror, expecting to be horrified by swelling blisters and even worse tan lines. But I saw nothing...just my own, bemused expression looking back at me.

The brunette assured me that it would show up more as time went on. But as of now, two days later, I have maybe changed one shade and I still have my tan line.

Oh well. It was cool chillin' with the UFOs and aliens while it lasted.

5 comments:

  1. Oh Torrie! I laughed right out loud at this. Highly amusing, especially considering I myself was a complete tanning virgin until just recently. My roommate somehow convinced me to buy a pass to (you guessed it) The Rage. Apparently it was cheaper for us if we both got one. My experience was pretty similar. Perhaps that is why I found it so comical.

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  2. i seriously love your writing style! this is the best account i've ever heard for tanning. absolutely loved it.

    and don't worry, no lecture from me. i'm guilty of going tanning :S

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  3. oh my. ridiculous! don't let people scare you so much out of getting a spray tan. i did one before my bridals and before my wedding. it's ok, you just gotta do it right and at the right place and you'll look awesome! i didn't look one bit carrot-like on my wedding day, thank you very much! and it's awesome! i'm going to get one myself next week before all the wedding bliss begins...i'll gladly take you along if you'd like! seriously!

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  4. This is hilarious. I hate tanning beds, but I can totally see why you did it. I have been once, got burned and never went back. Jergens makes a really good self tanner, it's nice because it just gradually changes over time, so you don't end up looking orange, and then you just make sure to wash your palms thoroughly after you rub it on. It may be too late now, but it's worth a shot, even if you just put it on that one area.

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  5. This was so funny. And just so you know, I think your coloring and your fair skin are beautiful. You don't need to worry about all this nonsense.

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