gay ladder

we thought we were gonna die. all we wanted was a beautiful, unobstructed view of the fireworks along the east river. we already had gone so far as to drag our asses to brooklyn. no one, NO ONE had mentioned anything about a ladder. one that was all crooked-like, making it incredibly difficult to manage a climb. let alone with drinks.

we all just looked at each other - wheels turning, strangers in a bind - thinking two things "how in the HELL do i climb this thing without landing on crutches?" and "how will i get my beer up there? because i'm gonna need it."

bonded by fear and success after we finally clawed our way onto the roof, we quickly grabbed our drinks to shake our shakes. our host, looking like alice in wonderland's white rabbit, suddenly popped up through one of the OTHER latched holes in the roof. and he started hopping around looking down the different trap doors proclaiming that he was trying to save us all a lot of trouble.

he was searching for the straight ladder.

now THAT'S a host...