I have awesome friends. Sean Kennedy ranks among the highest.
I remember when he moved into my apartment in February of 2020. He had previously lived across town, and he wanted to experience life in the gayborhood. We went out one epic evening, only to be met with a global shutdown the next week due to Covid. It sucked. With tons in common, we had so much fun on that night out, but it would be a while until we got to party again in the same fashion. Thankfully, we’ve made up for that lost time since then. That’s my boy.

Unlike me, he’s not the autobiographical type. He rarely talks about himself in great detail, as fascinating as his life is. You would never catch him bragging.
During his 30th birthday party, I met dozens of his friends. Some from college and some from work. But then there were many others who knew him from “dance.” I dug a little deeper only to find out that he competed in Irish Dance, and was quite literally one of the best in the world. When one of his girlfriends relayed that information, I laughed and exclaimed in a cracking voice “What !? That’s amazing!” as my eyes watered up. I was so proud of him and so surprised that I didn’t know that. He just doesn’t flex like so many bullshitters in LA do. I valued him even more after learning that.

My job didn’t change much during pandemic, but everything fun and joyous outside of work was unavailable to me. The gym, movies, concerts and even shopping all stopped. I’d come home to find Sean wrapping up his day with a big smile on his face. When Taylor Swift dropped Folklore, it was the topic of the household for months. I remember the coziness of that time, and how nice it felt to come home to a peaceful living space after handling panicked clients all day while facing public health risks. Our bond was the only stable thing I had at that time.
As time went on, we’d take a couple trips with a group of friends whom I grew much closer to because Sean was a more consistent attendant to social gatherings. He’s organized in a way that I’m not. It feels stupid to say, but I sometimes wonder where he benefits in our friendship. He’s always down to show up, though, and we’ve had so many adventures as a result.

Most recently, we went Charli XCX’s extremely limited BRAT tour (I think it was 7 dates with only 4 including her singing live). When this cryptically hushed performance was announced long before the now famed BRAT album was released, I text my group of friends that there was apparently some kind of show happening in a few months. Sean didn’t hesitate, and grabbed a ticket alongside me. We had a perfect evening, and raged to some of the first live performances of the songs that make up the album of the year. It paid off. But what if it didn’t? My friend still showed up for me, as he always has.
He’s fun but stable. He’s selfless and supportive. He’s guarded me when I wasn’t making the best decisions about whom I was spending time with, but did so in a way that never felt judgmental. I don’t have a lot of people like him in my life and I’m so happy that he’s here.
Happy Birthday Sean. Please don’t be mad at me.















