We met on a warm late-summer night at Cisco Brewery in Boston’s Seaport. I was out with my friend Jamie, and Joe was with his friend Will. We were both on our way out—but decided to stop for one last beer. Funny how the best things in life happen when you least expect them. What began as small talk in line about growing up on the South Shore quickly turned into one of those "how have we never met before?" moments—we realized we knew a lot of the same people but had somehow never crossed paths. After that night, Joe started coming over to my apartment almost every day after work to “wait out the traffic” on I-93. We'd sit on the balcony for hours, talking about everything from the bruins, to our pasts, to what we hoped the next 10 years of life might look like. Over the next seven months, we built an incredible friendship. Then I went on a ten-day family vacation—the first time we had gone more than a day or two without seeing each other. When I came home, we both knew: we never wanted to go that long without each other again. And the rest, as they say, is history.