I crank slowly up the last ramp, emerging on the rooftop level. The first thing that hits me is the view of the city at night, spread out like little Christmas lights in all directions. But it’s hard to pay attention to that because of the party. There must be fifty or sixty couriers up here. Hip-hop pounds from a car stereo. A couple of guys are pulling stunts on BMX bikes and fixies. I walk through the crowd, pausing to ask someone I know if they’ve seen Robin. No luck. Then a guy hops up on the hood of his car and starts calling out instructions. We get a map with five checkpoints. At each checkpoint, we’ll get a special card. First one to bring all the cards back here wins. While he’s talking, I finally spot Robin. She’s on the other side of the roof. I try to make my way over to her, but the crowd is too thick. Everybody starts bunching up behind a chalk line drawn on the concrete. I get on my bike and try to move up. There’s a lot of laughing, a lot of shoving. I think nobody is taking this seriously.
