Before I left the UK my friends had one last night to celebrate my existence.
They made a little party buffet full of American snacks, flags, cowboy hats. You know… the norm.
And gave me the most amazing book, ‘Amy’s Guidebook’.
They decided that since I have an obsession with buying guidebooks, or, because I’m a cheapskate, research everything about everywhere that I may one day decide to go. They would make me my own guidebook.
Or challenge book.
This book is full of random things that I have to do throughout the year and spaces to add photos to prove that I did it.
Some are fairly simple.
Take a photo of yourself in every season (at least for normal people that can handle getting their picture taken, this is a simple challenge – not so much for me).
But to be able to do this, and look appropriately ridiculous, the little $#!?$ got me a selfie stick. Following my 20 minute rant about how much I hate people with selfie sticks.
Thanks Carey. You just knew it would get the exact reaction you wanted!
And then there were other challenges, like having a Frozen Hot Chocolate at Serendipity. Or eating a cupcake at Two Little Red Hens Bakery.
You don’t need to tell me twice!
Then there were slightly more random ones, like going to Brooklyn Night Bazaar – my friend had done the Oz version and said it was a must.
Or taking a photo with the Barbie chandelier in Boobie Trap.
Eating a Supersize Meal – knowing that I like to eat healthily they knew exactly how much this would make me freak out.
4 months in New York, I could probably do it now. I was also to get a before and after picture. I don’t know if that was of the burger, my green face or my food baby.
Go to FAO Schwartz and pretend to be Kevin from Home Alone.
Go to a gig.
Steal a police badge. Easy enough, surely…
Drink a giant Frappe from Starbucks.
Run around Central Park like Phoebe from Friends.
Bring on the challenges!!