alright, here's my go at it -
location: my rooftop.
activity: a little thing called nothing. sitting on beach chairs. tunes listening. beer drinking. communicating. heavy laughing. staring up at the city i still can't believe i live in.
temperature: 74 degrees. slight breeze, please.
soundtrack: u2 anything.
beverages: magic hat beers.
snacks: hairbo gummy bears. all dressed up ruffles (if i could actually track them down). mini weiners. maybe some late night smores.
company: BE, my girlfriends and their boy toys of the moment.
reading material: i hope not to be reading but if anything, elle decor and the latest j.crew catalog. i guess that isn't so much reading but highly likely to be in my lap.
clothing: uber-loose, uber-broken in boyfriend jeans. long sleeve thermal. j.crew sherpa lined hoodie. jack purcell kicks. and pearls somewhere, of course.
(photo credits - flickr.com, vi.sualize.us)
I want to come to your rooftop...
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