In order to look good on my big day I decided to do a spray tan at a local salon/spa. Pablo drove me to the spa and waited in the car. It is my first time doing this, and the bronzed girl that showed me back to the room gave me about a 5 second demo of the poses I was to do while in the machine, told me if I forget then just look at the photos on the wall and then she ran out the door. Well people, I am legally blind without my glasses. So I quickly reviewed the charts another time to try and memorize the poses before I stripped down and hopped into the machine. I am pretty sure I did one of the 4 poses twice, but that is another story. I finish up, put my clothes back on and head out to the car. Pablo looks me over and goes "is that it?"- somewhat surprised at my lack of color. I then tell him what bronze girl told me, "it is supposed to darken over time" (said somewhat smuggly). So we start driving around town knocking things off our wedding to do list. A little bit later that morning, Pablo looks over at me in the car and jerks his head back in shock/surprise. I then start screaming "WHAT? DO I LOOK LIKE BOB BARKER???" while pulling down the visor/mirror on the passenger side. Folks- I was orange in the face. I think in turning and completing the 4 poses, you are only to have your face towards the machine 1 time- me? I faced it 3 times. Needless to say, I have been scrubbing my face a little harder when I wash it each day...
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