ride a train on the t alone

Having seen both of their concerts in the last week (and having enjoyed them immensely, thank you), it is my new fondest wish that John Mayer and Maroon 5’s Adam Levine would co-star in a buddy cop dramedy set in the 1980s, and they’d both wear aviators and huge moustaches, and Levine would be the uptight by-the-book cop who is a big crybaby when things don’t go his way and is always checking himself out in the window of the police cruiser, and Mayer would be the laid-back rapscallion who doesn’t have time for rules when there are LIVES AT STAKE, and maybe he has something dark and humiliating in his past like a failed relationship with America’s Sweetheart Jennifer Aniston, and while they are on stakeouts Mayer always wants to talk about the meaning of life and Levine always wants to talk about his hair, and every episode would end with a musical number like the early episodes of Buffy.

When I pitched this idea to Tom on the walk home last night he said: “Didn’t both of those dudes have sex with Jessica Simpson?”

To which I said: “DUH, love triangle. Haven’t you ever seen any TV before? She would play the Girl Friday.”

We are still auditioning for the role of Gruff-To-Hide-How-Much-He-Cares Police Lieutenant.