When I was 19, I was tanorexic. I am recovered, and hadn’t set foot in a tanning booth since I was about 20. However, after returning to my snow-white status, I’ve been in weddings. Some, where tea-length dresses were required in March when my calves could glow in the dark. And, while not a completely awful thing, I caved and was able to get a nice glow liked I’d been on vacation from a Mystic tan. One visit took under five minutes, and it was around twenty dollars. You can also buy packages. There was no Lindsay Lohan action, and it took about a week and a half to wear off.