The other day Meredith mentioned that she heard pale is totally in right now because of the vampire craze. Pale is the new tan? That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, Jay commented. Oh, I concur. We’d now been down here for 3 days and on a scale of one to tan, Meredith and I were not quite satisfied with our brownness. We cannot go home without a suitable tan threshold. There are people counting on me to be obnoxiously tan when I get back, and really, how could I let them down. Tuesday was a whopping 64 degrees as Meredith and I sat by the pool, alone, shivering in our bikinis while her dad was at home with the heat on. This was quickly becoming an emergency. We were running out of time and needed some serious sun. Mission when we got to the east coast of Florida: Operation Brown. 2 days of intense sunning. We don’t leave until we look like mud.
At what temperature do Floridians think it’s acceptable to go to the beach? Personally I never knew being on the beach when it’s 73 and sunny labeled me as a tourist. However, our friend Mike who lives down here, and also wears SPF 50 (so really, he is a bad example) looked at us like we were crazy when we asked him to drop us off at the beach at 10am and not come back to get us til 4. He showed up to hang out with us around 3 wearing a pair of jeans. The next day we were able to convince him to spend the day with us and we all even went in the ocean! It must have felt to him what it feels like for me to walk around Times Square... If I was wearing a fanny pack. All in all 73, 64, 80, doesn’t really make a difference, they all easily beat 12 and snowing like it was at home while we were frolicking in the Atlantic. To stand in solidarity with our northern brethren, we took the above photo I call "Strange man digging" so you could see there was shoveling going on where we were as well. Don’t be jealous...
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