July 11th, 2007


How The Beastie Boys Saved My Relationship

Last Tuesday, I called Maggie in a frantic panic. The conversation went just about exactly like this:

Maggie: "Hello?"

MJD: "I have a life-or-death question. It's very important."

Maggie: "Um, okay."

MJD: "Do you like the Beastie Boys?"

Maggie: "Uh, yes. Yes I do."

MJD: "Good."

Maggie: "Is that all?"

MJD: "Yes, yes. that's all."

Maggie: "Okay. . ."

MJD: "I suppose I should explain, huh?"

Maggie: "Well, you don't have to. But it would be nice."

MJD: "Okay, well, here's the thing. I had a roommate in college, Kevin. Kevin was a great guy, and he really, really liked the Beastie Boys. One day, he turned to me and said, "Mike, this is important. Never trust a girl who doesn't like the Beastie Boys. They're not the sort of girl you should hang out with. And never, ever date one." And, as I was driving through town, a Beastie Boys song came on, and I remembered his advice. And I suddenly had to call you."

Maggie: "I like you."

MJD: "I know."
And that was the end of the conversation.

Then I went and saw Transformers with tesinth, and life was good.