My Fourth of July celebrations weren’t much different from most New Yorkers’. In fact, my plans were rather last-minute. I had planned to work the entire night, but it turned out that I made it to my good friend’s house party in Hell’s Kitchen after all. Walking from the subway station on 50th street to my destination was eventful. Couples, young kids, and families rushed to get to their festivities in full patriotic gear. It felt like people were rushing in every possible direction in their creative red, blue, and white attires. I was actually taking my sweet time to get there. For once, I slowed down to take in all that was around me.
I made it to my friend’s rooftop party, and everyone was already well settled in. I joined the party with a Brooklyn Summer Ale, and caught up with some old college friends. My good friend and I decided to sneak up all the way on the roof where we clearly weren’t allowed since were so many locked gates in the way. Although my friend’s apartment had a patio and great views all around, we still climbed over several fences so we can reach the very top. And I’d like to brag that I did all of that in 3 inch wedges.
It was a great night filled with great conversation. I sat on the edge to look at what the city had to offer that night. It was cool to look at all the camera flashes coming from all the tall sky scrapers as the show started. Sometimes reaching the edge feels so good.