I work with a lot of public relations representatives in my line of work. Some can be tough cookies who are all business and no fun, but there are a few with whom I’ve truly bonded, and these are people I’d call my friends. Amber is one of those people.
Certainly, the press trip that Amber led was tough. It was hot and humid. We were in conditions that would not appeal to a lot of people, most notably recycling plants. Our itinerary was rigorous. Everyone on the trip knew this before we arrived at our destination, but during every activity, it seemed like at least one person stayed behind or sat out. I was the only writer who soldiered on during the duration of the trip—and Amber joined me. We kayaked through mangroves and bonded over breakfast, and by the end of the trip, we decided we would make the perfect pair for The Amazing Race.
We’ve put together our application packet and, unfortunately, have terrible timing when it comes to trying to make the open auditions, but we still have dreams of hitting the road on the show someday. Amber and I have stayed in fairly close touch since we caught our planes going in different destinations after the press trip ended. We’ve tried to get together a few times since we met, and hopefully we’ll actually be able to catch up over a drink in about a month. In the meantime, I’ve written Amber a letter.
When I decided I was going to write 52 letters in 52 weeks, Amber was one of the first people I told, and she told me about an overseas pen pal that she’s had for a very long time. She’s a girl after my own heart, so of course I had to write her some snail mail.