Once we found it, we checked in. It was the desk girl's first day and the check in process took some time. They took my fingerprint with a biometric scanning device. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I guess its ok, it just really surprised me that a spray tan place would go to that length to identify its patrons. They said it was there so that people can't use each other's packages.

I was a little leery that Ms. First-day-on-the-job was giving us bad spray tan instructions. Luckily her supervisor (they both must have been 18) also gave us an overview. The spray tan takes place in a booth. Once completely naked, the tanner stands on a metal oval. The spray then does one coat on your front, you turn, then one on your back.

Here are the "lessons learned" that I sent to Sarah:

Evenness -

I think the insides of my legs didn't get any spray. Also, the thumb side of my hands are quite a bit darker than the pinky side. I think I'll try moving a little next time. The hands might be uneven because I realized that I forgot the lotion on the palms of my hands right when the spray hit me, so I might have turned them.

Smell -

That self tanning smell came on strong about an hour post-spray. Leo said I smelled like stale potato chips. But, it washed off, so that's no big deal.

Mess -

No tanning solution rubbed off on my clothes or sheets.

Color -

I wish the backs of my arms were just a bit darker. Other than that, I think this is a good and realistic Michigan winter color and it's dark enough that it will be easy to tell my skin from the wedding dress.

I had forgot to remove all makeup and wash my face beforehand. I debated on whether or not I should wash my face: if I did, it would be lighter than the rest of me, but if I didn't fate would ensure that I got a mega wedding zit. I ended up washing my face. I realized that - no matter what - the color would not have lasted until the wedding but any damage I may have done to my face by not washing it would.

I'm going back before the wedding.

Well, I just polished off a mystery meat wrap from the caf. Really, the food quality of our company cafeteria is so far behind that of an elementary school it is amusing.