Yesterday, a bunch of us cast members went to get spray-tanned so we’d show up better on camera. In the picture above, I’m trying to show how my hands are darker than the rest of my body, but the flash softened them a bit. In person, it looks like I’ve been throwing heaps of dookie all day.
Walking into the spray machine was like entering a torture chamber. You strip down and stand on some footprints on the floor. Then the sprayer goes up and down the whole length of your body, misting you with a substance that’s ice cold and smells like vinegar. I tried holding my breath right before I felt it approaching my face, but I started too soon and had to gasp for air… getting a mouthful of what tasted like something you’d spray around the base of your house to keep ants away.
The worst part is the fact that the tan only lasts a week, so we may have to do this three more times.
February 9th, 2009 0 notes
