There are quite a few ways in which I feel I am not quite part of my own generation. College is not the time of my life, my MO isn’t to be at the beach 24/7, and I am fairly preoccupied with observing my bedtime of 10 pm.
But yesterday, at the coercion of these two fine people, I attempted to tan. I had always thought tanning was for girls in sororities, girls who have relaxed morals, and guys who care far too much about their physical appearance.
Turns out I wasn’t wrong! Sometimes my reasons for social aversion are grounded in truth! Points for me.
Here are some conversations I overheard while tanning:
“I’m still recovering from my birthday.”
“No, I’m still recovering from your birthday.”
“OMG, like are you guys going out tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you and we’ll start the going out train.”
WTF? The going out TRAIN?
“I need a rebound STAT!”
“Well, don’t go crazy like I did.”
“What’s Brad doing? Do you think he would bring us beer?”
Oh, and Brad did bring beer! After dozing off I was awakened by the opening of several cans, most of them right by my chair. Thanks, Brad. I was finally enjoying tanning but then you had to wake me up.
“You graduating?”
“Nah, not until December.”
“That’s the way to do it!”
“I know man, extra football season!”
I’m guessing he hadn’t heard the news–UT is going to start charging for football tickets next fall. Bummer.
So why did I even go? That’s a good question. The thing is–I have some skin issues. Nothing life-threatening, but I am considered a “dermatologist’s delight.” My dermatologist has actually recommended that I try to tan on a few occasions, because it drys out your skin, and that’s supposed to be a good thing for me. He told me that… oh, 3 years ago. And I am just now getting around to it.
See, I’m a slacker. At least I know I fit in with my generation somehow!
I should also mention that my father is quite convinced that I’m going to end up getting Rickets, so I was trying to get my vitamin D intake for the day, NO WAIT… the week!
