A few weeks ago, on Dillo Day (Northwestern’s day of parties and concerts, including Ben Folds), I wore a high-cut, cap-sleeved t-shirt. It was a very sunny day, and I tanned around the awkward t-shirt.
Realizing the unusual tan, I tried to “even it out” by studying outside wearing a tank top a few times. For some reason, one side of me must have been facing the sun more, so I got much tanner on one side than the other, and I had clearly defined strap tans.
I’ve also been wearing t-shirts more often than tank tops, so I have a lovely farmer’s tan.
So, basically, I have the funniest-looking tan ever right now.
Wait. No. It’s not the funniest tan I’ve ever had.
At camp four years ago, we had a Maccabiah / Color Wars day. I was on the white team, and I wore a white tank top and white shorts. We got body paint, and painted fun things on ourselves.
One of my friends decided to paint a white Jewish star on my chest. After being in the sun all day and then taking a shower, here was the result.
I was the subject of much mockery for the rest of the summer. But now, enough time has lapsed that I can look back on it and laugh. Hahaha. It’s pretty funny.
Any tan that I have today pales in comparison to that Jewish star tan.