Lobster Thighs, thanks to Mahler Licks

Beach = Sun + Sand + Salty Sea Brine... everything that I want out of a two day vacation (time is limited in the Meier Household, if that wasn't quite clear), plus a parting gift.
... see... ghostly, glowing skin - redolent of hard work shredding licks and runs in the dark, cool caves of the music school practice rooms... while it helps light a way home on those dark nights... apparently does not take well to a sudden exposure to the nuclear blast that is the closest star to our planet. Especially at hours at a time. Without, erm, sunscreen...
[wince]

Don't be too hard on me - I wasn't intentionally tanning, I was just trying to give my legs a chance to see some of the outside world. My previous shorts tan was/ is the protective parent of shorts tans.... it ... never... goes... AWAY. Who am I to deny the Sun's chance to corrupt that creamy goodness?!
... well... the Sun has a wicked sense of humor. Did my thighs crisp faster than bacon in the oven? Heck yes. Do I have a more prominent red line than the start of the South? Oh yes.
... did I still get a shorts tan?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I don't know how, I wore a bathing suit for more than 5 hours, I cast aside my soccer shorts in favor of a more human-looking color layout, AND I STILL MANAGED TO BURN ALONG THE GOD-DARN SHORTS TAN. THE PALENESS OF MY QUADS HAS ACTUALLY BECOME STRONG ENOUGH TO REPEL THE RAYS OF THE SUN. The Sun came down, asked politely if it could bestow perhaps a light sheen of pink or brown, and my shorts tan said, "Back off, Woman! We've been here for 20 years, and Dani doesn't look normal if *we* have anything to say about it!"

..... [grumble grumble grumble]

North Carolina tomorrow - tihme tooo get maaah twaaaaaaang back on. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!