Some of Justin's coworkers had a party last weekend on a rooftop with Manhattan as the backdrop.
I'd always wanted to go to a party on a roof and I loved it.
There was an older lady in attendance, probably somebody's sweet grandmother, I thought.
Not so much sweet, and more like drunk off her tail with the mouth of a sailor.
We watched as the city surrendered from day to night. It was absolutely beautiful.
Our only picture together courtesy of drunk grandma.