omg i love...john durland and bj markle.

because they saved my life. the premise seemed simple: go to brooklyn heights and watch the fireworks crowd-free from the rooftop of john's picturesque brownstone apartment. the catch: said rooftop was only accessible via a tiny ladder of death leading up to a small crawlspace opening of death. then, of course, there was climbing the great wall of death to get up to the landing. let's be honest: athletic ability and coordination are skills i admittedly lack. but couple these shortcomings with the fact that it was raining (which made all outdoor surfaces slick) and i was wearing flops and a white sundress and you get me, at the top of the aforementioned ladder of death, trying desperately to figure out how to get through the crawlspace and down without falling, slipping, destroying my dress, or accidentally flashing cooch to john, bj, or my brother and his girlfriend, who were waiting patiently at the bottom of the ladder, watching my panic attack with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. i would never have made it to the roof without these good samaritans' help, and for that, i am grateful.