Not really. Perhaps indirectly? This past weekend Ben and I spent the 4th at his uncle's house on the Potomac River. This was the first I'd seen of the sun all summer long, and I reluctantly bathed myself in SPF 30, desperate to get a tan but unwilling to burn thanks to the various scars on my body from mole removal and Ben's insistence that I stop being dumb. We spent all weekend in the sun, swimming, tubing, and going for boat rides and both of us came back white as a sheet. It was kind of embarrassing how pasty we were. It was more embarrassing how pasty we stayed.
On Wednesday we decided it was high time we hit the beach, so we somehow managed to find a few hours to squeeze in a little R&R between studying and Ben's flight schedule. We literally spent maybe an hour in the sun and we are both now lobster red and I have more freckles than a Ginger kid.
At least it wasn't a total loss. There's now an ever so slight semblance of a tan forming. Score!
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