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we celebrate birthday weeks; a day often isn’t enough, which is the case for the birthday girl today. today kicks off her birthday week, something we’re happy to do. we sit at a college bar that features its greasy food chef-d’oeuvre and people seem to file in throughout the evening, until we’ve taken over the booth and the immediate space around it, standing to continue our conversations. earlier, we had received the honor of last place in the general knowledge trivia. a lot of trivia happens within this group, you understand.
ally has a love for astronomy and, from time to time, we find ourselves talking about the meteor shower happening tonight.
“i don’t know if i can make it to 2 a.m.,” ally said, twisting a strand of hair between her fingers.
“you have to,” i shot back with a grin, knowing this same girl who cries for me to look at the moon when we go out at night.
“where would we go?” rich asked. my first thought goes to outside the city limits.
i remember once as a teenager, driving with a huge blanket in my backseat and heading past collierville. it took us long enough, but it was the first time i had seen so many stars like that in person. i’d seen photos, sure, but not in the flesh. the light pollution from memphis didn’t deter us from finding out what it felt like to be so small.
“shelby farms might be an option,” andrea said.
we’re loud — obnoxious in this college bar that doesn’t have many people in it tonight, oddly, but all is forgiven with the happy birthday balloon waving above us, tethered to someone’s phone for support. we share cheese tots and marble cake and, by the end of the night, we’re playing truth or dare without any dares.
none of us end up making it to 2 a.m. to watch the stars; we chalk it up to getting old.