Well, I’ve been on vacation since last Wednesday and aside from a few minor hiccups (like my plane in Newark not showing up at the airport until four hours after it was suppose to) things have been going pretty well. I got to see Amanda and two Jeremy’s at Candeleros in Manchester on Thursday, picked up a nice new pair of sandles, and have eaten lots of good food and drank large quantities of good beer.
There has been one problem though. There is a reason I am usually so pale and colourless people, and it has to do with the reason why I hate the sun and its natural side effect, the heat. And that is heat rash. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve had a sunburn, but almost every time in the last ten years that I’ve spent any sort of significant amount of time in the sun I have come away from the situation with heat rash, which is what I am suffering through currently.
Do you know how much it sucks being stuck at the beach with heat rash? You can’t really do anything other than sit around and feel prickly. What’s worse is that while I’ve given my arms and face some much needed brown, my chest is still frighteningly pale. Gah!
Do me a favor people. Send me a text or give me a call. Do something to make me forget that the skin on my arms feels like they are trying to crawl away from me.