Ring Dance 2011: Will you be ready?
By Gyra Chan | February 2, 2011I can feel the heat on my skin; a refreshing breeze is blowing all around me; the faint smell of coconut lingers as I soak up some rays. You might be jealous that I'm at the beach right now, but don't worry, I'm just chillin' in a tanning booth, slowly but certainly asking to die of skin cancer. Yes, I'm lying here in my cancer coffin wishing I were at the beach but knowing that in eight more minutes I'll awkwardly have to crawl/slide out of this weirdly shaped bed and back into my frumpy tanning clothes. This is about the fourth time my friend and I have gone tanning in the past week. There is nothing we hate more than being pasty, especially because our dresses are going to be white and nothing looks worse than white on white (well maybe gray on gray is worse, if white on white is a crime, gray on gray is a felony.