This weekend what was supposed to be just a quick lunch BBQ turned into a 5 hour chill afternoon on the roof. Minus spending about an hour and half trying to figure out how to light the grill, including throwing matches and lit napkins onto it, this day definitely ranks as one of my top afternoons in DC so far (lots of friends-including 3 out of town visitors, great weather, spectacular views, and ultimately, some pretty yummy burgers). However, my misjudging of the time I would spend outside, and major miscalculation of just how strong the sun actually was now that the SNOW has melted, branded me a "sunscreen" rebel....you know, the kind that ignored the clear advice from that song about wearing sunscreen. My very attractive sunburn, in the only places that were sun exposed, my face (well primarily my nose and forehead, in the shape of sunglasses, and my friends sunglasses no less- I mean she said that mine were cooler and she wanted to trade and who am I to disagree with the fact that my blue shades were cooler than her lame tortoise shell ones) and a little strip of my chest (where shirts show cleavage), basically says to anyone who cares to look at me, "Yep. That's right. I'm a Floridian who still does not understand sun."...or in other words..."OOOPS". To make matters a little more awkward, even nice boss joined in on the action and before saying anything to me today, she pointed at me, laughed, and said, "LOOK AT YOUR FACE". Though I was pretty sure my burn looked a lot more like a tan today, besides feeling a little shocked and humiliated by her reaction, in a way......it made my day.
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