So there I was, standing the the Hall of Flags at the State House Thursday night, shooting the breeze with the Senator for Weymouth, when he mentions he's gotta run to the Hard Rock Cafe. He invites me, Carmen, and our two friends to come on over, there's a shindig going on for Barry Goudreau.
And I go, "no shit!"
And he goes, "no shit!"
See, the last time I ran into Barry was while waiting for the bathroom line to die down at the local. It was the last time I saw Brad Delp alive.
So I says, "hey, thanks, but we're getting sushi. Please tell him I said happy birthday."
And he says, "will do. Rock on."
Small world, huh?