All Mixed Up

This article in Slate made a reference to mix tapes that had me laughing. I too am guilty of creating the dreaded mix tape for other people on one or two occasions. Okay, maybe more than that. You know what I’m talking about. You’re trying to tell someone your feelings for them but you don’t want to be all Captain Obvious about it. So you burn a CD and in between the other tracks you throw in Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes.” Or maybe Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.” And then you give the CD to the person in question and later you realize you were being kind of Captain Obvious about your feelings. And you vow never to burn another CD but then she tells you she liked the music and the vicious cycle repeats itself.
You’ve all been there, right? And correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s almost always guys who are guilty of this behavior. Ladies, just remember: every time some lovestruck fool burns a mix CD for the object of his timid affection, God kills a kitten. So think of the kittens and flatly refuse that homemade CD from the guy in the next cubicle over who’s been making the googly eyes at you.
I got a call from the Kerry campaign tonight and I reluctantly agreed to host a house party in the near future. I say “reluctantly” because I’m just not very good at being a host. I feet a bit awkward when I’m thrown into a group of people I don’t know. But if I’m called upon to serve, serve I shall.