Blue Rodeo. Basically, we're best friends now.

So, you know, you're at a 40th anniversary party for the molecular genetics department at UofT. And, you know, Blue Rodeo happens to come on. Jim Cuddy and Greg Keeler. And they're singing and playing and you're thinking, "Wow, is this really happening?"

But, ya, this just happened.

My brother Matt and I are a little bit stunned right now. And Matt's singing in the shower. After just emailing them.


At first, I was a little weirded out -- there was an awkward introduction to the band by the chair of the department -- a man with a wonderful personality and great sense of humour, but a charming lack of understanding of what to say in such a circumstance. And then there was this amazing concert going on and people didn't seem to notice. And when Jim Cuddy invited all to the dance floor, it was all that Matt needed.

"Let's go," he said.
I knew what it meant. We were up and the first ones on the so-called "dance floor". Matt was so excited I thought he was going to pee his pants. I couldn't stop smiling. He couldn't stop singing. And even got in some air guitar. It was awesome. (And felt really short.)

"I feel like they're doing a concert just for me," Matt said. It was amazing, because I kind of felt the same. We danced and sang and danced. It was surreal.

And now Matt's in the shower, singing Blue Rodeo on a total high. Probably still grinning ear to ear.

Thanks to the universe that just made that happened.