I went to a party this week and talked to a bunch of people.
As is typical for me, I tended to hang out with my friends instead of meeting new people, which is the WHOLE POINT of a party.
[No wonder I’m single.]
While I was there, an older woman approached me and gave me a lovely compliment.
She told me I had great skin.
I thanked her and told her my secret: SUNBLOCK and YOUTH.
I grew up in California.
I remember being a teenager and slathering myself with baby oil while laying out in the backyard.
But ever since I worked in a spa in my 20s, I’ve religiously applied sunblock every day.
I don’t avoid the sun though.
I go to Burning Man, after all.
It’s nothing but sun and dust.
When it comes to my youthful appearance, I like to quote Carrie Fisher:
It’s just a matter of time until I look older.
I miss my 19-year old EVERYTHING!
And although I’m quite pleased with what my DNA has made me into, it’s impossible to ignore that I’m not going to age like Christie Brinkley.