Day 182

And then there were 3. Me and two of my favorite people crammed together at a tapas bar in Barcelona like we were at the Woodward Avenue Brewery circa 2006 waiting for an order of pretzel rods and nachos, talking about how we were going to get out of advertising one day and do something cool. We didn't know what, we still don't. But a weekend in Barcelona ain't bad for starters. We've come a long way from 1/2 off pretzel rods at the WAB. We live in different states now. Have different jobs. Different relationships. Different hair. But the same damn good time no matter where we are or what we're doing. Which is usually eating.