I haven’t had social plans since I left college. There’s no “go-to” spot. There’s no “usual crowd”. But it’s always some girl’s birthday.
And for that I’m thankful.
I’m not being sarcastic. I really appreciate all the parents who had daughters so that we can celebrate them every year.
I don’t care who you are. I don’t care if we’ve been friends since middle school or we’ve never met. If it’s your birthday, I’m there.
Every Friday around 3 PM the group chat starts to get going. “What’s the move”, some idiot asks. Hey idiot, there is no “move”. We’re all out of moves. We haven’t had a move in years. But boy do I have some good news for you… IT’S ALWAYS SOME GIRL’S BIRTHDAY.
The amount of fun I’ve had because Sarah is turning 27 is unfathomable. I don’t know Sarah. We’ve never met. She doesn’t know about my existence but when I roll into that NYC club I’m celebrating her existence.
New York City, the city of some girl’s birthday.
