...Andrew Bird performed in the parking lot of her office, where she co-hosted a gathering. I arrived late but was just in time to watch the show.
She yanked me by the arm, dragged me to the front of the stage where we sat cross-legged on the pavement. Her in sequins, me in scarves, our drinks sweating side by side.
...We watched and whispered and clapped along.
(he was amazing.)
Sixteen years we've been friends. Three of those years she lived a million miles away. And now she's back:
And in two weeks we will celebrate our twenty-ninth birthdays together.