Lobster anyone?

I often say that I fail at being an adult. Mostly because I do. I make irresponsible decisions, mostly because they are more fun than the adult decisions.

Friday was one of those days. Iceburg Jones and I decided to sneak beer into my condo's pool and lay out. Now, this may not seem like THAT bad of a decision other than the fact that both of us have the subtlety of a Mack truck. We had can cozies, so you know, at least we thought that far in advance. And made a cooler out of an old make up bag that was insulated. We are the epitome of class, I tell you.

So, we laid out and secretly (note: not at all) drank beer and watched children play in the pool. Which was relaxing and fun. After a few hours, we decided to head home because I had to get ready to go see Harry Potter. 

I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror and gasped. Holy sunburn. Bright. Fucking. Red. It is bad. Then while waiting for the premiere, Iceburg Jones sends me a picture of him and the spray on sunblock he used of mine apparently wasn't applied evenly. If this blog wasn't semi-anonymous, I would share the picture because it made me laugh hysterically. I also got the following texts.

"I am a monster"

"My torso looks tie-dyed"

"I look like Freddy Kreuger's slightly less scary son."

After the movie, I stopped at the store to get aloe and when I stopped to ask a clerk, all I got was "where is the..." before she immediately guided me to aloe. I asked if it was that bad and her response? "Honey, you are glowing."

Son of a bitch.

Then I woke up today sick from the sunburn, which has never happened to me. Has this ever happened to any of you? I was super sick to my stomach, running a fever (I think...could have just been my skin), and slept almost the entire day. 

This time, I wish I had chosen to be an adult and cleaned or something. I'd say lesson learned, but let's be honest, I will probably make the stupid decision next time too.