A group of friends organized my entire birthday dinner this week. Quietly. Collectively. Thoughtfully. They pooled money together for the reservation, coordinated the restaurant, arranged car service, and somehow managed to turn my 47th birthday into an evening that left me sitting there afterward wondering how I got lucky enough to be surrounded by people like that. When I explained to the staff at Uberto what had happened—that this whole eveni…
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