the mix tape


The other day I was headed to an outing with a 35 minute drive ahead of me.  Since my ipod was dead and the car does not recognize my phone to play it, I went digging for some cds.  Yes, I still have mine.

Specifically, I was searching for my explicit Eminem.  Y'know, I was feeling a bit stressed and emotional.

But it was nowhere to be found.  Blast!

In the mean time I ran across a few gems in that box.  And it always strikes me as comical how sensibilities change as we age.  I mean, I did dig through NSYNC, Fiona Apple, The Wallflowers, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.  Not to exclude the Academic Decathlon mix of Opera. 

While I didn't find the Eminem cd that I was looking for, I did find the mix created for me by the boy I …  well, I won't say we dated.  But we were smooching buddies in college.  What can I say?  I had a crush on his roommate and he helped me with my math.

Sorry mom.

Anyway, I decided to pop this disc in for the drive.  And y'know what?  I was transported back.  I'd like to say college was a simpler time, and it probably was.  

Isn't there a country song about that?

This year of college was right before I made the choice of forever with someone I barely knew.  It was a simpler time.  I was idealistic.  Definitely not the realist I am today.

At the start of every song on the disc I laughed out loud.  I remember playing it over and over and over that summer.  I still know all the words, I don't usually forget stuff like that. The first time I listened through it was fun.  Nostalgic.  I thought of the boy, his roommate, my roommates, the dates, the dances, the math, my first car…

The second time through was super sentimental.  I listed to the songs and wondered if he really did feel that way about me, or are they just good songs?  At 18 and 21, did we really know what we felt at all anyway?  

He married his special someone the summer after I did.  Every once in a while I pull out the scrapbook and look at the pictures of all those people I met, lived, laughed, and learned with.  I wonder what they are up to now and I hope that they made better “for forever” choices than I did.  


I hope they found happiness.  I hope they found love.  In that order. 

And now I'm feeling emotional again.  Where is that blasted Eminem???



One thought on “the mix tape

  1. Is this the guy that was going to be a doctor, or something like that? Can't remember his name. Great picture. Love it. Old times are good times, indeed. We had similar experiences this weekend as we were packing up more of the Boron house. I was trying to tell Dad about the cup that I had by the phone that held your brush and elastices so I could brush your hair right there before school. I could hardly talk, I was so emotionally nostalgic. Of course, that made us laugh!

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