My cousin was getting married, summer of 2007, in Spokane, WA, which can be reallllly dry and hot in the summer. At the time, in my twenties and single, I knew that weddings were a great place to meet a date.
So I bought a beautiful blue, sleeveless dress with a deep V in the back and front, mid-thigh length. The dress was sleeveless, and I’m very fair. The blinding power of my white skin is not that flattering. I’ve been called colorless, just to give you an idea.
Lucky for me, I had a co-worker who was tall, blonde, and beautiful who told me all about spray tanning. She told to put the ‘barrier cream’ all over my body, especially my hands, knees, ankles, basically anywhere that can be especially dry. Then, get undressed, put my hair in a net and step into the chamber. I was told the spray that came out of the machine was all aloe based and that I could breathe easy, that it would not hurt me if inhaled.
So I’m completely naked, hair net on, and I step into the chamber, close the door and push the button. As soon as the spray came out with the force of a fire engine hose, moving up and down to evenly distribute my body with the dye, I freaked out. I didn’t yell, or scream, or jump out of the chamber. I froze. I froze so much that I tinkled. It wasn’t a lot of pee, but just a couple of tense, freak-out drops. As soon as it happened, I knew that it would leave a mark. The few drops ran down the inside of my leg taking all the dye with it, as the drops swirled around my ankle.
The next day, I looked like an orange Umpa Loompa, but the worst part was down the inside of my right leg was a bare white streak where the dye didn’t set. If anyone saw it, it was obvious what had happened inside that lone tanning booth. And I still wore the dress.
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