So on Tuesday Billy Frickin' Gallagher shows up in my neighborhood of Gracia. I'd actually gone to the airport to surprise him, but his place got in half an hour early so we missed each other. Great to see the guy. We went out for a breakfast of trikinis and then he crashed while I got some work done. Pretty good times out with school folk at Lolita Tuesday night and the Gato Negro across the street Wednesday.
Thursday Ken and Kyle get in and join up. Nuttiness ensues. Not entirely sure I remember everything that happened but I know we went back to a college bar Ken knew at least twice, an underground club with Bill and Alex once, a gay bar Ken wanted to see with nothing but biker dudes at least once, and visited the top of Mount Tibidabo, where we both checked out the extremely hi-rez view and I chose to both be the one who lives.
By the time they were done we'd written most of the script to Muppets Eleven, created more than a few 90's boy-band album covers, discovered the true meaning of "Skeletor", and found out why certain people tend to love Nutella more than others.
After heading out of here on Sunday the three of them flew to Morrocco, where apparently they made their way across the desert on camels while sipping on mint tea. Jealous. Hopefully I can get you guys to all come visit London sometime this summer.
And Bill, maybe you got this but I didn't: the category was "top movie love songs".
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