I'm renting, and I don't have a washer and dryer. I do, however, have a laundromat two blocks away with a bar on the corner. It's one of those things that goes together like vodka and cranberry...with a twist. Anytime I do laundry, it's obviously my excuse to have a couple drinks and see what happens. I won't go into the details, but it was just one of those nights, after a couple loads and a few Cape Codders that spiraled into backstage passes, tour trailers and a fly fishing lesson in the rain. To this day, I can thank this deceptive drink for a lifelong friendship with a rockstar.