Not Burned, Just Crispy
To prevent spending days 2-7 of the honeymoon confined to a dark hotel room slathered in burn cream, Lisa and I have been hitting the tanning beds for the last week. Lisa is well on her way to becoming one big freckle, and I might have to give up my membership in the Pasty-Faced Web Developer Union (Local 512).
The strange side effect is that I think we might get addicted to it. It feels really good to be completely surrounded by UV radiation. I never got into suntanning as a kid, because it was just too damn hot, but in a climate-controlled facility with full control over tanning exposure, plus music and no damn insects, I think I like it.
Don't worry. I won't go all George Hamilton on you.