Thursday, July 05, 2007
Bombs Over PlatKat
As you would probably expect, my 4th of July was bad as hell and you wish you had been there. There was music, chillin', and in-house grillin'. Most importantly, there was a splendid view of one of the best fireworks shows in the country. While most common folk hike out to the East River or flame it up on the West Side, I climbed a short flight of stairs to my rooftop, conveniently situated right across from the fireworks display.
If there was ever a time to have this sweet setup, it was yesterday. It had been raining for most of the day, so walking out to one of the barges would have been especially miserable. Also, we learned about two hours before the fireworks began that yesterday was the first time in eight years that people were allowed on the roof on the 4th of July. Had we received this information earlier, we probably wouldn't have invited all of our friends over with the promise that we'd have the best 4th of July celebration ever.
I presume the only reason we managed to get up there was the fact that a movie was being filmed on the roof at the time of the fireworks. I'm not sure what they had to pay, but I hope it was something. You really shouldn't stuff my narrow hallway with too-skinny pretentious film buffs for free. But thanks to those beautiful bastards, my already spoiled ass got to see the fireworks from the comfort of home.
Right before the fireworks began, the hallway was filled with extras. The security guard on duty told us we couldn't go up unless we were in the movie. Suddenly, Jay, Tatyana, John, and I became movie extras, while Gus went downstairs to collect our two broken-footed friends. I'm really glad we invited them, because I'd hate for them to have to hobble around the city looking for fireworks in the rain on broken feet.
So everything worked out great, and victory was ours. Happy Roof Day!
