July 11th, 2007
|09:41 am - 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?"And that was the end of the conversation.
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."
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."
Then I went and saw Transformers with tesinth, and life was good.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "Off to See the Lizard", -JB
|Date:||July 12th, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)|| |
I say WHAT'S THE TIME!
"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."
Words to live by, by my way of thinking!
Though I must say that Cyndi claims to not like them, but I reckon that's due to her not really hearing anything from them other then "Fight for your right to party" which I don't even really care for...
I once had a girl stop me in the mall to ask "I say, what's the time?" to which I naturally replied "It's time to get ill". She gave me the strangest looks, and now we are friends... but then, heh, I've not talked to her in years. Just wanted to share the personal anecdote.
|Date:||July 12th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: I say WHAT'S THE TIME!
I am of the opinion that you cannot really listen to The Beastie Boys as "music", so much as you must listen to them as a cosmic joke.