December 31, 2007
Danny was sitting at his laptop putting songs on the iPod™ Mac and Don had gotten him for Christmas. As he was listening to the very random selections, he came up with an idea. In a job like theirs, it's easy to be overwhelmed by how horrible everything can get. He decided a little game would be the perfect way to keep them from going crazy at the badness of the city.
He opened up an Excel sheet, and started labeling. His idea was to have a theme song for every day of the year. The game would be Mac and Don having to guess what the song of the day was. He just hoped his lovers would be into it. He went into the living room where the two were watching a movie.
"Hey guys, I got an idea for next year," he announced.
"You mean tomorrow?" Don countered.
"No, I mean for the whole year, it's a game, you interested?" Danny asked.
"What's the game?" Mac asked, vaguely intrigued in what his lover had come up with.
"Every day will have a theme song, that I'll pick, and you guys have to guess what it is. I'll even give you a list to guess off of. I gotta warn ya though, some of the songs are probably gonna be really weird, but I have eccentric tastes, so deal with it."
"Eh, why not, sounds like fun. How does it work?" Mac asked.
"Yeah, sounds like a way to break up the day a little, good work Messer," Don commented.
"Ok, in the morning I'll give you guys a section of the lyrics. At some point throughout the day I'll make sure you hear the song too. Sound good?"
"Sounds fair enough," Mac answered.
"Can we get help?" Don asked.
"Only from other people, if I catch you googling the lyrics, you're in trouble," Danny answered with a mock glare. He knew Mac would do it by himself as much as possible, Don would ask people, but he didn't think either of them would cheat.
"Alright, if that's it for questions, I'm gonna go work on the song list, I'll print off a copy for each of you." With that, Danny turned back to the guest bedroom turned three-way office.
Half an hour later, he emerged with the list. He gave each man a copy and said, "Here's January, each month I'll print off the next one, cuz otherwise you'd have to choose out of three-hundred sixty-six songs, and that's not very nice of me."
"You did remember not to put them in order, right?" Don asked.
"Bite me, asshole," Danny answered, sticking his tongue out at the other man.
Mac rolled his eyes at his two younger lovers, they were such children sometimes.
