Today is your birthday. I can’t remember the last time I was home for your birthday. We should do something for your birthday next year. I’ll be 35, you’ll be turning 30, and I think we should do something fun to mark our reaching such important milestones. Like crying over our miserable love lives into giant vats of gelato. Or bemoaning the states of our careers while eating hot dogs.
I’m glad we’ve become friends in adulthood. I look forward to more good times in our dotage.