Nik and I have done at least one billion trades at this point.
It becomes kind of difficult to think of a new thing to write about ever time -- especially since we do our trades through the mail so LITERALLY -- nothing happens (unless the mean post office lady is there and then I can at least complain about how she yelled at me once and I'm now holding a grudge about it a year later).
Nik and I have done so many trades that I've pretty much run out of stories to tell about them.
And I've run out of "interview" questions to ask him. And once, I've already made him make up his own "interview" questions and answer them. So we've pretty much come to the end of story telling about our trades especially since they happen through the mail. There's only so many times I can talk about that one lady at the post office who hates me.
More and more trades are happening through the mail these days as bARTer Sauce expands to every corner of the world to prepare for our eventual takeover/world domination.
I ran to the post office just before closing and the same woman helped me who got mad at me last time for trying to mail huge packages two minutes before the post office closes.
I was supposed to mail Ariane's Lawn Cat days ago.
Weeks ago.
But I had that post-office-phobia again. The one where I pretend to be afraid of the post office because I don't feel like going. But once I had Ariane's package, Sean's package and three orders for Shower Art, I knew the time had come. I could no longer put off the inevitable.
Brit met Doug and I at the best bar in the city to play cards and do a trade.
I can't tell you where it is because you might tell people and then the halter tops would show up there. Making it NOT the best bar in the city. If you know me in real life, you know where I'm talking about.
