Setting the Mood: Land of the Free, Home of the Babes

Oh how quickly time flies. I remember last year’s Fourth of July as if it was yesterday. Much like I always do, I had put off making any actual plans for the holiday, but was fortunate enough to not be left entirely alone as one of my best girlfriends somehow landed herself in the city as well. To make the best of it, we got a picnic together, gathered our SPF, sunglasses, Whispering Angel, and towels and took them to the roof. We embraced the day and the sun listening to our favorite Pandora station while partaking in some serious girl talk. It wasn’t all stars and stripes for us though. As I was dodging irate phone calls from the guy I was seeing, basically threatening my life if I didn’t find a way to make it to New Hampshire on the next train (do trains even go to New Hampshire?), what appeared to be the set up for a rap video shoot complete with DJ and turntables arrived on my roof. Again, we attempted to make the best of our dire circumstances as my roof boasted the best view for fireworks that year. However, when we started being filmed without consent in our teeny bikinis, we packed up and I tried to book the next flight to Manchester. We never did see the fireworks.