In case you didn’t know, summers in San Francisco are cold. My birthday is on the 2nd, so I’ve always associated this time of year with heat and pool parties and flag cakes (my birthday cake of choice, usually lovingly prepared by my mother). So you might imagine how wrong it feels to bundle up on the 4th of July in a coat and scarf. Luckily, our friends have roof access in their building so we celebrated the day with a rooftop cookout. I even made my own flag cake. F-you, cold weather. It was an unusually clear July evening (read: no fog) and we were high up enough to see the fireworks from the Golden Gate Bridge after sundown. It’s no boat ride on a lake during the Missouri heat, but it’ll do.