Its gone from being rainy and cold to muggy and hot. Which means of course that I am wearing my snappy spring clothes and sandals with ass white limbs. Which normally wouldn't bother me much, but I keep reading about a natural alternative-- the new
spray-tan rage. It takes less than a minute and you receive a harmless, natural tan. For $10, I thought, why not?
Oddly, I couldn't find a local place offering this magic tan, so I had to drive out of the city about 20 minutes. Hm. I got there and was surrounded by super-tan peoples, signing in for their tanning
booth sessions. People still
do that? Mostly chubby high school girls and a few boys. Then the raisined older women, so tan they were purple. Tanorexia is a wierd phenomenon.
I watched an instructional video of what I was to go through, and it dawned on me there was a lot to remember within that 1 minute of spraying. "Buffering" cream go on your hands and feet to block them from getting abnormally tan, shower cap on like
this. While being sprayed: arms up, leg out, other leg out. Close eyes, hold breath here. The fake-boobed models went through this elaborate routine fluidly. You have to turn, four times, like a hot dog! Like a cookie in the Keebler factory! I was getting caramel-iced, on all sides.
A perfectly tanned fifteen year old girl walked me back to the "room", all the while giving me crucial information and tips very seriously but quickly.
Turn when? She made loads of eye contact to emphasize importance and I think to reassure me of how legitamate this contraption is. I thought she was going to hold my hand.
This is getting wierd, I thought. I followed her into the room, like a large bathroom where she showed me again the importance of turning 4 times, this way, this way and that way, when to raise my arms up, when the close my eyes and mouth, what to do when finished. She left.
Even with the silicone video and the "reenactment" provided for me, my mind kind of went blank. I stood there, buck naked except for the shower cap (nice look, mind you), pale, in front of a full length mirror staring at the big button I was to push, then duck into this clear shower-stall and close the door behind me for the SESSION.
I felt kind of panicky standing in there, legs
akimbo (is that not one of the best terms, ever?) with eyes and mouth scrunched closed. Or were they supposed to be open now? Nothing happened. All at once, down at my ankles, these jets sprayed out with great force this fragranced spray at high speed. It instantly filled the stall with stinky mist.
But what if I have to breathe, now? I wasn't prepared for the force and the loud noise: PSHHHHHHHHHT! And very quickly it began to move north, which made me totally want OUT, like something picking up speed and there was no stopping it. I almost did jump out. But within seconds the first "side" was done, and it paused in time for me to turn and put my arms and legs out, in a sort of "running man" pose. Hilarious. It got easier, but still somewhat alarming.
Under a minute, I'd been sprayed down on all sides, and emerged. I stood on a towel in front of the same full-length mirror completely TAN. Amazing. Its not perfect, however, my ankles and completely
dark tan, and the inside of my nose is too. Ehm, I think its safe to say they may still be working the kinks out on this one. Heh. But its a whole lot better than getting sunburnt with the cocoa butter.