Kevin Bronson on November 13th, 2008

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[Previous dispatches from M83’s Morgan Kibby here.]

Chapter 15: Goodbye tour, hello vacation! Lotje and I are headed for Madrid one day early to have a little pre-birthday celebration (the big 26 for Lotje). We packed small backpacks, ditched the boys and hopped a plane this morning.”  Lotje is planning to meet two girlfriends to celebrate — great for me as I am in desperate need of some feminine influence. I’m losing my manners between the quickly shoveled-in meals, the nonstop vulgarity, disregarding the holes in my pants and ditching my bra … you get the idea.

Girl Time! We arrived in Madrid starving, grabbed some Mexican food and dropped our stuff at a friend’s hostel in the center of town. At times like this — when I can just pick up a bag and take off to the unknown pleasures of a new town — I realize how lucky I am. Meeting Lotje’s friends was fantastic; they are absolutely wonderful and inspiring young women, and we happily soused ourselves in Malibu pineapples at a venue where one of lot’s friends was selling merch. We humped the vending machine (which, ironically, was selling sex toys) danced, twittered like a sewing circle and came back late in the morning to the hostel where I prepared some delicious stolen pasta from the staff cupboard in the kitchen.

It was really weird to sleep in a real bed, I felt like I was in the wrong place because nothing was moving; I couldn’t sleep for ages …

Our show in Madrid was fantastic, and after showers we hopped on the bus and got to some serious partying for Lotje’s 26th. Each of us showed off our dance moves to Katy Perry bi-curious moaning; bottles of vodka were finished; Andy turned on the famous disco lights in the lounge; I sang so loudly I lost my voice; and somewhere in there we convinced Patrick to cut his dreads before the next leg of the tour. I also convinced him to keep just one intact so that I can personally shave it off.

The last thing I remember from this fine evening is hopping off the bus for some air at a truck stop — when, all of a sudden, Andy pressed a button and a huge whooshing sound announced that he was releasing our pee.”  It was like an tsunami of urine crashing towards the concrete road of the truck stop. Probably one of the most horribly repulsive experiences I’ve ever had.”  We could smell it on the bus for the next 30 minutes, and at that point, between La Bouche on the stereo, the vision of Loic mounted on a chair shaking his bare ass and far too many tiny Mars bars, I staggered to bed. Happy birthday, Lot my love!