It's a beautiful day outside in Barcelona, Spain. I open my eyes, see A sitting up and looking far too perky for one p.m. in the afternoon. I groan "pizza" at her before rolling over and hoping the effects from yesterday's all-nighter will eventually fade from my poor, haggard 28 y/o body. Barcelona has great clubs. I continue to deny that I'm over 25.
Enter: Boys on the Side (1995)