Returning To the Scene of the Burn

I got to take my new baby attorney out for lunch, on the firm's dime. Free fancy lunches are not why I was so eager to take on a summer associate (it's my love of the clueless yet smart), but it sure is a nice perk.

When it was decided (not by me, obviously) we would go to the same restaurant I was taken to for Administrative Professional's Day, I thought about trying to find a different restaurant. I was not looking forward to a repeat performance of the awful sunburn I got there. But I am not a fancy girl, and the idea of finding a new fancy place where there'd be something I'd eat was not appealing.

I knew if the weather was nice on the day of the lunch, we'd wind up eating outside. I came prepared. I brought my SPF 50 sunscreen to work with me (it's the only SPF I own). At exactly 25 minutes before we were scheduled to leave for lunch my trusty Outlook Reminder popped up, and Banana Boat and I headed to the restroom, where I slathered sunscreen on.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I quietly asked the hostess if there were any tables available with some amount of shade. There were not. Damn. Good sunscreen makes all the difference though. We were outside for an hour and a half (another perk of going to lunch with someone higher than you - it's okay to take more than an hour) and when we got back to work, I was just as pale as always.