She smashes guitars as an homage to art, she burns bras for her birthday, and today, she decided we should send paper lanterns into the sky for good luck.
I know what you’re thinking: “Are you sure sending paper airborne brings good luck? Because the last time I threw paper in the air was in fourth grade, and all it got me was detention.” But Philippa assures me this is different.
This particular flying paper is part of a Thai festival of lights called “Yi Peng” and/or “Loy Krathong.” (The two festivals happen close together in time, sometimes simultaneously, and both involve lanterns and good luck, but the interwebsnets doesn’t do a great job of explaining the difference between the two so I will showcase my cultural moron-hood by using them interchangeable-ishly.)
YP and/or LK features a ritual in which participants launch fire-lit lanterns into the sky to symbolically rid themselves of their troubles.
I figure I’m gonna load up one of these suckers with my love life and see what happens. I’m picturing a paper Hindenburg.