I Had a Threesome in Barcelona

Last month was Bob’s thirty-sixth birthday. He has a sort of <a href="https://twitter.com/bobzyeruncle/status/1492562173503197186?s=20&t=uOvgRrZshO8zkR9wNoDaUg" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">fetish for numbers</a>, so enduring six times six years on the planet was an event he wanted to celebrate with a BLAST. It had to be in Europe because Bob “wanted a decadent party that would <a href="https://bob-merckel.medium.com/do-you-know-what-it-means-to-miss-new-orleans-da3a4c038cf1" rel="noopener">remind [him] of New Orleans</a>.” And it had to be in Barcelona because of the Ramblas’ famous Six Bar Stops to Heaven. I don’t want to blaspheme, but some Barcelonians call it “el Camino de la redención.” “The path of redemption” is for extreme party-goers. If they follow it with dedication and gratefulness, the legend says enlightenment awaits at the end. <a href="https://medium.com/artisanal-article-machine/i-had-a-threesome-in-barcelona-b842897abb35">Read More</a>