Up Top

Have I told you how I feel about my roofdeck?

Washington, DC, 2011Because it’s nothing short of love between us.

On my roof, I’m 35 pounds lighter and four inches taller. The wine I sip is a sophisticated vintage only available to those most in the know. The book I read is witty yet thought-provoking and these qualities are wryly expressed by the cover art.

During daylight hours, I sit in dappled sunshine. At night, everything is candlelit. My shoes are sandals that display my devastating arch and well-turned ankle. My clothes are gauzy and flowing. My hair ripples in the breeze like a flag.

My friends are raconteurs and the wrought-iron furniture is hand-crafted by artisans in undiscovered Amazon villages. The air was bottled in Paris. The yellow jackets are heirloom yellow jackets from a organic yellow jacket farm in Idaho of which Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher are part owners.

Honestly, it’s good shit up there.

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3 Responses to Up Top

  1. I do miss DC roofdecks. Yours, in particular, sounds exceptional. Minus the yellow jackets…

    • Erin says:

      They’re very special yellow jackets, I’ll have you know. Only the finest.

      Also, it bears repeating that I’m very happy you’re back.

  2. toemailer says:

    I think I read that book last summer. 🙂

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