Today, October 13th, is my friend Amy’s birthday. She lives in Hong Kong. Amy drags me on trips to Indonesia and Mongolia, encourages me to write, do yoga and seek professional help when psychotic tendencies are too much to listen to. We talk for so long sometimes that my roommate Jenny suspected I had a secret lover, because what rational person would be on the phone with Amanda at 1 a.m.?
I couldn’t think of anything worth shipping all the way to China for her birthday, so relaunched Frequent Failer instead. And what better gift than my own vanity?
I haven’t made the most of 2020 and am frustrated that my dad beat me to writing my memories of our family trip to Kilimanjaro. Instead I’ve consumed low-budget Netflix documentaries including one where celebrities recount their LSD and acid trips (Anthony Bourdain was in it, hence totally justified) and another all about the life of DJ Steve Aoki. Did you know his dad founded Benihana? Mind blown. I’m not sure I’m getting anywhere. So, here’s to resurrecting a few old thrills.
Happy Birthday Ames xx
~Amanda
you knit often in your free time??
not as much as i like to…