Hung out with Ricky today in Belcarra. That's Ricky not Kyle. You might have heard me mention Ricky before. As in every time I say my name is "Kyle, not Ricky." Ricky is my cousin Carmen's husband. Ricky gave me his Cintas shirt (with his name on it) as a bit of a joke last year on July 12. That same day I put the red paperclip up for trade. Well, Ricky's shirt inadvertedly became my trading uniform and when Bruno from Cintas saw me on the cover of Le Journal de Montreal last November, he knew he had to get involved in the project by trading the trip to Yahk for the cube van. So here we are, Kyle not Ricky, and Ricky not Kyle: We shot a fun video too:
It'd be pretty cool if Ricky and I formed some sort of advanced specialized trading duo. The kind of duo that could take out other duos in trading duels. This is important, because I often find myself in trading duels with other duos. But I live in Montreal and Ricky lives in Vancouver. I guess we'll just hafta keep our Cintas-shirted duoism as one of those special event sort of things.
Till next time,
vital links: Ricky Bobby & Nacho Libre
one red paperclip was featured on Rocketboom today. Choiceness.