Yesterday was the Fourth of July, which, if you haven’t heard of it, is kind of important considering it’s the day we declared independence from those evil Brits. Apparently, a whole lot of young people have no idea what I’m talking about.
Shocking, ain’t it?
Of course, I don’t associate with that particular brand of un-American asshole.
Instead, I made sure to enjoy the holiday with people well-versed in those most American of necessities: booze, barbecue and bunting.
We even had a Canadian in our midst! Guess which one.
Here’s a visual metaphor to help you decide.
Proof that the terrorists are losing.
He must always wear sunglasses for he is the male Medusa.
If you guessed “air-tuning an air guitar” you’d actually be right.
A Brooklyn rooftop, Trader Joe’s beer, and a plethora of jorts are all important ingredients for hipster production, but could those jerkasses put together ‘cue like this?
Well, maybe, but only if they sold it for $15 out of a ratty truck.
It really doesn’t get much better than this.
Good vibes for miles.
And with perfect weather, it was surprising there weren’t more people on the surrounding roofs.
I never ended up talking to any of this crowd of aggressive thigh-barers.
Although this sentiment might be a bit much.
People who hate on High Life are clowns. Understated class is all it is.
This man? Not a High Lifer.
Oh, yep. There’s your problem.
But come on man, no need to get arrogant about it.
This is my soon-to-be roommate. She’s awesome, especially when she notices I’m trying to sneak a photo and snaps into a pose.
There are good odds that they are discussing either zebras or Corgi hybrids.
You could literally see her being crushed under the weight of trying to be cool.
For some folks, it’s just innate.
No joke, he just posed like this for three minutes.
This is a much better look. My current life goal is to replace the hand over the heart during the national anthem, Pledge of Allegiance, etc. with flexed guns.
I assure you that the serenity of this photo is not at all reflective of the Springsteen and Skynyrd-fueled environment.
See! Miles of smiles.
Giggle City!
This is my lovely girlfriend. She does model poses whenever she wants.
Impromptu dance party? Yes please!
I pretended to be the Site Safety Officer, whom those of you familiar with The Embassy may remember as Juan (and Juan’s slick-back). No one fell off the roof, so I’m still batting 1.000!
A beautiful day transitioned into a gorgeous evening.
People seemed pretty darn content.
Although we were all waiting excitedly for some fireworks.
Luckily, the show went for an hour.
We unfortunately didn’t catch too many of the Manhattan fireworks, but it didn’t matter. We had a light show all night long.
