For those of you who don’t know me, I am a redhead. *Cue the redhead jokes here and then slap yourself in the face.*
For those who don’t know about redheads, they tend to burn easily. I don’t include myself in that bunch as I was lucky in my family genome that no one really stuck to the oh-so-untold-code of ‘sticking with like people,” thus allowing me the ability to tan. In other words, my family members over the past thousands of years haven’t discriminated against getting with anyone. After doing my own investigation through the family tree and asking around, I am a German, Irish, Polish/Bohemian, Maybe Scottish, English, French Canadian, Cherokee Indian.
I am also one of a handful of redheads my family has popped out and every single one of us has had the ability to tan- or obtain enough freckles to where it seems as if we are tan. Although many people would classify me as a ‘daywalker’ I still do have a tendency to burn at least once a summer. I try to get this out of the way as soon as possible, because the earlier on it is, the more I can cover it up with out being completely uncomfortable in 50 layers of clothes. Also, once I get my lobster moment on that means that I can enjoy the rest of the summer turning a golden shade of brown like every other normal person on this planet. Cool down skin cancer peeps- I don’t condone the action of purposely burning. But it’s either get all done once or suffer all summer long with burns. No matter the amount of sunscreen I apply, it will happen either way.
Now that you have this background info, it’s time for the real story.
This past weekend was Memorial Day Weekend. I was fully prepared to get my burn on Saturday through Monday, however those plans went straight out the window as soon as the weather decided to be a jerk and only be sun-shiny on Sunday. That only meant that I had to cake on the burn as much as possible- I only had this one chance before summer officially begins and I was not going to waste it.
So from 11 a.m. Sunday morning to about 6 p.m. Sunday night I sat in direct sunlight. No shade, no coverings. I sat away from everyone so they wouldn’t block my light. I was also sure to Matrix-move myself out of the way of any sunscreen spray headed in my direction. Believe me, this process was quite exhausting. However, by the end of the evening, I was happy to find that when I first looked in the mirror I was a nice shade of devil red. I could have cooked an egg on my shoulder. I wish I had a photo to prove it, but you have an imagination- so use it.
While the aloe vera makes my shirts stick to my shoulders and I will smell like Bullfrog the next 3 days, it was well worth it. I can now freely enjoy the sunshine without the fear of this happening again.
For all those redheads out there who don’t tan, I’m sorry. That sucks for you. But you just be lucky that you’re not a German, Irish, Polish/Bohemian, Maybe Scottish, English, French Canadian, Cherokee Indian, Redheaded Lobster.