Ricardo, who, surprisingly enough, was in one of the paintings at the exposition we went to. Let me tell you a little about Ricardo. He's an aspiring actor, and he's gay. He drives like a maniac, usually while simultaneously talking on his cell, lighting a cigarette, fiddling with the radio and sipping a diet Coke, though sometimes it's a beer, and always with his right turn signal on. He will park anywhere, including sidewalks. He will drive through a crowd as if it were a herd of sheep, pushing his way through, yelling random insults and honking his horn the whole way. And he will get you into the strangest, most unlikely situations you can imagine. He's like a gay Kramer.
A certain occasion -involving a wedding party nobody was invited to, a groom who ditches his wife on his wedding night for some dudes he's never met, drugs, a gay sauna, a wedding-night infidelity and a very angry bride- comes to mind, but that's a story for another time.