Beach Day

I went with John to Virginia Beach for the day yesterday. I came armed with SPF 15, 30, and 85+. There was no way I was going to get burned even though I wanted to stay out all day and enjoy the perfect weather. Turns out 85+ isn't as strong as you might think it is.

We got there around 10:00am and immediately went onto the beach, lathered our suntan lotion on (85+ on my face and arms, 30 on everything else) and promptly passed out to catch up on sleep missed throughout the week and the fact that we both woke up at 7 to get to the beach early and beat some traffic. After a couple hours, like a good little girl, I reapplied.

After a nice beach walk and a short dip in the ocean, we decided to grab some lunch. The pizzeria we went to (its name was Pi but it was just the symbol) kind of took forever, but it ended up working out because we were inside from 1 to 2:30, a good time to be out of the sun. After hydrating and slathering on more suntan lotion, it was back onto the beach for some more beach sleep (and eavesdropping on the drunk assholes next to us talking loudly about how they've all dumped their fiancees and pawned the rings).

That's when I noticed the first burn. Apparently I forgot to put the lotion up my thighs high enough. But it was only a little pink, so I just put 85 on it and called it a day. I ended up reapplying again that afternoon, and I realized my thighs were a little worse than I had originally thought. By the time our dinner date was over, I was miserable. I had also forgotten my neck, and right under my bikini top it was dark red. My thighs were by far the worst. Blood red skin that moves against each other when you walk.

After lots of aloe (which some people pronounce ay-loe), water, and more sleep last night, my skin is slightly less in pain, but just as red. I hope my bright red neck fades before work tomorrow.

Besides the burn, it was a great day at the beach though. I'm just really angry at SPF 85+ lotion for making me think I couldn't get burned. Oh well.