The Night of Dubious Celebrity

After saying goodbye to Travis at the Barajas airport in Madrid for the final time, I headed back home to sigh heartily, look around the apartment, and recollect all the dusty memories. Cathy was putting around me boredly for a while, but she eventually petered out and landed in the seat next to me to spend some time in the yearbook of our time in Spain together.

Fearing a potential brain melt from dramatic overdose, I set up a movie date with lovely Lawrence from England. We went to see the Chronicles of Narnia, during which Lawrence fell asleep and I sputtered indignantly at the dialogue. "Pretentious and preposterous!" I grumbled when the movie finally finished a hearty two and a half hours later. My biggest beef with the movie was the fact that the whole thing seemed to hinge on our belief in the adorable Shirley Temple-ness of the little actress playing Lucy -- and I was not buying those crocodile tears, gurrrrl. The highlight of the movie was seeing a known (I hesitate to say well-known) actor from Spain's most popular TV program, Aqui no hay quien viva. I punched Lawrence and we gawked for about five seconds on our way out of the theater. I immediately tried to decide if he was a C-list celebrity or higher. In the end, I gave him and the movie a C.

Walking down the road with Lawrence after a heavy heavy meal of Chinese food, my final Suspension of the Diet meal, we see an even more famous actor from a very different type of movies. Lawrence has no idea who this man is, but I punch him and whisper in his ear. Lawrence's eyes go wide in shock, for so many different reasons. I giggled and took one long look down the Gran Via, thinking about the chance encounters of the world, all the magical moments I've had in Madrid.