California Love

There are far cuter things I've done in life than walking home at midnight with a fresh spray tan. Right after a spray tan you look like you've just spiraled through a wet dust storm. I realize that's an oxymoron, but I'm trying to paint a picture here. I'm not ashamed of spray tanning. I'm proud to say I've never EVER step foot inside a tanning bed, for reasons of, ya know, cancer, and I think there was a scene in I Know What You Did Last Summer 12 where someone gets stuck inside a tanning bed or something, and that's not right. I actually quite look forward to spray tanning. First of all, you smell like a California sunset for two whole days prior to the spray tan. And second of all, it reminds me of getting ready for dance concerts minus the glossy red MAC lipstick, slick side-parted ponytails, and rhinestone chokers (WHICH I MISS SO MUCH). I do not spray tan for reasons of vanity...I spray tan for the memories.