A Saturday night, celebrating our west coast girl and her 30th birthday with a hotel slumber party and her favorite things -- tacos, champagne, sour gummy bears.
We stayed up late, sharing birthday cake and stories we've told a hundred times, our memories knotted together. I am in awe of these friendships -- the way they have spanned miles and years, the way these three have known me (my very core) for so long.
In the morning, we walked in the rain through Philadelphia. We've all lived in the city, but never all at once. At brunch, the last bits of finishing sentences for each other over coffee and broiled grapefruit and charcuterie.
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