Spent the day at Woodbine beach with the cousins: laugh attacks, people watching and hot tanned muscular surfer guys watching, men's washrooms, (bad, awful) poutine from Smoke's Poutinerie (sorry, nothing beats Harry's!), encounter with douchebags.
My face apparently has a "sun kissed glow".. However, even with my legs exposed to the sun, they didn't tan! Those stubborn little bitches. I just wasn't meant to tan. So sad.