Day 3 of Sunburn Watch

Unbelievably, I have only been sunburned on my forearms and the tops of my hands. Yes, I slathered myself with sunscreen. There’s hardly been any discernible sun since we got here. The weather is overcast and cool – all of which is nice as far as I’m concerned. Still, I’m burned. My mom-in-law finds the phenomenon fascinating. She has come to the conclusion that if there’s one single ray of sun, it will seek me out.

Regardless, I still consider this a victory.

We’ve also had relatively good restaurant service which seems stupid but I’m a bit disappointed in that. Our first two days we’d managed to have chunks of our bill removed due to drenching us in water or never delivering our orders. I thought this could be a running theme of our vacation, but no. Now it seems that everyone is competent.

We took a harbor cruise today. It was actually very nice. The ship was crowded with typically Asian tourists taking a million pictures. I mentioned on Facebook how several of the young ladies asked to take a picture with me. I thought it was very odd. My Honey suggested it was my enormous hat and over-sized sunglasses making me look like someone who didn’t want to be recognized. If that’s the case, there is a bunch of Asians thinking that Molly Ringwald has really gone to hell.

I spent much of the 80’s convincing people that I wasn’t Molly Ringwald – it was the red hair and my generally snotty attitude. To round things out, I sound like Betty Rubble when I laugh. Isn’t that just exactly like who you want to be compared to? Once in my life I’d like Audrey Hepburn and Heidi Klum to come from someone’s mouth.

Tomorrow calls for more shopping and probably more beach. Pray to which ever gods listen to you to take pity on the alabaster writer-girl who doesn’t like outside.