OK party people, the summer is upon us. This means - for most space-deprived Manhattanites - you will be spending time on someone's roof.
For the unindoctrinated, there are two kinds of roofs and three kinds of roof get-togethers.
ROOFS
I love hanging out on a roof - regardless of the time of day or occasion. There is something quintessentially NY about drinking beers against the Manhattan skyline. It's one of the few things I like about summer. (I'm a sweater)
But as much as I love the roof, there is always a small part of me that fears the consequences of drunken heights. Now, it may be that I've seen Vertigo and Saturday Night Fever one too many times (ooops. belated spoiler alert!), but there's a little voice inside that worries about accidental death and dismemberment.
I also may have seen The Rules of Attraction and Bachelor Party too many times, because I also fear that someone may decide to leap off the roof one sunny day. Alcohol is a depressant after all.
OK, this post has taken a turn towards the macabre. Let's pep it up a bit.
My favorite part of my own roof (it's of the giant variety) is that it gets zero sun during my waking hours. As beatific as the skyline is, it comes with a lot of shade. Especially between, oh, noon and 5pm. So in order to get sun on my roof, a series of adventures must be had.
The sunny part of the roof is unpaved, covered in painful smoldering stones, and next to a very loud generator. To reach this idyllic spot, you must drag a 70-pound lounge chair from the sun deck area across the rocks. Or, you can be smart like me and buy some chairs from Target.
But the adventure does not end here. This spot on the roof is monitored. That's right, cameras are everywhere. And apparently, the building’s management is not interested in insuring its tenants against burning coals. So once you are finally settled in, someone may come and bust up your party.
ACTION! SUSPENSE! CONFRONTATION! MORBID THOUGHTS!
Welcome to my summer.
For the unindoctrinated, there are two kinds of roofs and three kinds of roof get-togethers.
ROOFS
- Giant apartment building with giant roof
- Small apartment building with small roof that no one uses but you and your friends
- Planned evening party
- Spontaneous afternoon BBQ
- Tanning
I love hanging out on a roof - regardless of the time of day or occasion. There is something quintessentially NY about drinking beers against the Manhattan skyline. It's one of the few things I like about summer. (I'm a sweater)
But as much as I love the roof, there is always a small part of me that fears the consequences of drunken heights. Now, it may be that I've seen Vertigo and Saturday Night Fever one too many times (ooops. belated spoiler alert!), but there's a little voice inside that worries about accidental death and dismemberment.
I also may have seen The Rules of Attraction and Bachelor Party too many times, because I also fear that someone may decide to leap off the roof one sunny day. Alcohol is a depressant after all.
OK, this post has taken a turn towards the macabre. Let's pep it up a bit.
My favorite part of my own roof (it's of the giant variety) is that it gets zero sun during my waking hours. As beatific as the skyline is, it comes with a lot of shade. Especially between, oh, noon and 5pm. So in order to get sun on my roof, a series of adventures must be had.
The sunny part of the roof is unpaved, covered in painful smoldering stones, and next to a very loud generator. To reach this idyllic spot, you must drag a 70-pound lounge chair from the sun deck area across the rocks. Or, you can be smart like me and buy some chairs from Target.
But the adventure does not end here. This spot on the roof is monitored. That's right, cameras are everywhere. And apparently, the building’s management is not interested in insuring its tenants against burning coals. So once you are finally settled in, someone may come and bust up your party.
ACTION! SUSPENSE! CONFRONTATION! MORBID THOUGHTS!
Welcome to my summer.
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