Last night, my roommate and I (with some other friends) decided to set up a tent on the roof and make s’mores over tea candles.
It was quite a bit of fun. We sang camp songs, kept relighting the shitty tea candles, and made delicious s’mores. (Some even with Kit Kats! Yum! Peanut butter, chocolate, and Nutella, oh my!) For all that, my roommate made the foolish decision to try and sleep up there.
It was definitely tent-appropriate temperature, but it was starting to rain, was pretty windy, and we had no way to secure the tent stakes. So, about 30 minutes later, she came down and decided to pass at sleeping on the roof.