Tan

Here’s a little something I discovered about my day job.

After after three days in New York City–one of which was rainy–I realized as I was shaving that I was more tanned than when I arrived, and I use sunscreen on my face routinely because of too many cases of melanoma in the family.

When I think of islands for tanning I think:
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go, Jamaica.

I can’t see the Beach Boys changing the song. They’d have to change everything to get “the Island Manhattan” to rhyme.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s