Last month was Bob’s thirty-sixth birthday. He has a sort of fetish for numbers, 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 remind [him] of New Orleans.” 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.