On Tap for Today

A fun loving, inspired living blog


Today: Surprise! You’re too old for this.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Being both an amateur detective and a bit of a control freak, I am certain I am not an easy person to surprise.  Nick, with the help of my sister, somehow pulled it off, though.  He put together the perfect birthday celebration.  I was met with a table full of my favorite people last night for sushi, sake bombs, scorpion bowls and larger than life cupcakes.  I laughed harder than I’ve laughed in ages, I wore a tiara, I was over-served, I performed a daring trust fall from atop our counter height table.  It was one of the greatest nights ever.

Nick organized a fantastic dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants, Owl Station Japanese Bistro.  I devoured my favorite dishes, including steamed vegetable gyoza and vegetable dreaming maki (sweet potato, mango and avocado).  The food (and booze) just kept on coming.

Before heading back to our condo for all kinds of shenanigans, we enjoyed special sushi-inspired cupcakes from Sweet Tooth, another Southie favorite.  While I’d love to blame the sugar or adult beverages, sometimes a girl just needs to take a trust fall in her living room.  Risk taking is part of my anti-aging strategy.

It’s a good thing I have such trust-worthy friends and family members.  Thanks for helping me kick off my thirties, and protecting me from bodily harm.  Aaaaand now I think I need to crawl back into bed.

Also On Tap for Today:

Do you like being surprised?  


Today: Hello, thirty.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Despite the weather, I’ve got a little extra pep in my step today.  I’m like the sprightliest thirty-year-old to ever live.  Maybe.  More likely, it’s that I ate chocolate for breakfast.

And not just any chocolate, but Buddha chocolate handmade by our neighbors at Blue Tierra Chocolate Cafe.  Nick should know better than to give me sugar in the morning. 🙂  I will likely need a nap before noon.

I am very excited about everything the thirties have  in store, and while the twenties were pretty great, I think this decade will be even better.  Incidentally, my parents were 30 when I was born.  I think that’s pretty cool, especially since I can barely keep an office plant alive. Fortunately my friends’ senses of humor (that sounds weird, perhaps it shouldn’t be plural) are alive and well, as I awoke to this in my inbox, sent by my lovely Meg:

While I’m no Jesus, it certainly felt like Christmas as I opened an incredible package of apparel and gear from New Balance last night.

New Balance is generously sponsoring our Reach the Beach MA team, Team Off Balance.  They’ve completely spoiled us with the latest and greatest product, perfect for our varied relay legs.  From high visibility fabric to reflective tape to ultra bright LED lights and in case of emergency tags, I think it’s clear New Balance shares in my overall approach to life:

Safety first, fun second.

I am very, very excited to hit the road and try everything out and am so grateful to New Balance for being so generous.  Tucked inside that cute little black and pink duffel:

After busting my foot at the tail end of last year’s  NYC Marathon, I’m a bit leery when it comes to switching up shoes, so I really appreciate that the New Balance team sent me a  pair comparable to what I currently run in, designed for neutral runners with a bit of added stability.  Those 870’s (v.2) are quite stylish.  I plan to wear them on a few shorter runs this week, along with the sleek GPS watch (which makes my Garmin look like a dinosaur).  There’s nothing like new toys when you need a little motivation. If you’re in the market for some new shoes, gear, or apparel, New Balance is offering free shipping and 20% off when you use the code NBRTB1262B248 today through March 10, 2012.  Browse around shopnewbalance.com and let me know if anything catches your eye!

In the meantime, I’ll be sneaking more Buddha chocolate and basking in the glow of my third decade.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Doesn’t a nautical party sound like fun?
  • Soccer championship game – we’re in it to win it 🙂
  • Um…where’d the snow go?

What’s the best thing about being your age?


Today: Let the countdown begin.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]In a mere thirty days, I will be thirty.  It’s been nine years since my last milestone birthday, and man, what a difference those years make.  I spent my twenty-first birthday in Montreal, drinking buckets of Labatt Blue and speaking French (specifically, C’est mon anniversaire. Je vais vomir.) with the lovely people of the Quebec province.

The twenties have spanned quite the spectrum for me.  I have lived in two college dorms, my parents’ home (where quarters were not required for laundry and my roommates, better known as Mom and Dad, were totally cool), an apartment in Coolidge Corner, and our condo in South Boston.  I’ve worked at two organizations (despite hearing at my high school graduation that our generation would switch jobs five hundred times during our first ten years out of college), been promoted three times, and had precisely one feral cat die under my car during the span of a workday.

While in my twenties, I’ve been single, single, single, not single, and engaged.  I met a couple of non-ones during my twenties, before meeting the one weeks before turning 25.  Somehow I tricked Nick into falling in love with me, finding me a French bulldog, and agreeing to spend the rest of his life with me.  As a twenty-something, I’ve seen my older brother graduate from law school and my younger sister and brother graduate from college and enter law school and graduate school, respectively.  During my twenties, the four of us landed in Boston.  We are but a bridge away from one another.  I’ve watched in awe as all of my siblings turned into real live adults, following the example our parents set so well for us.

The twenties had its ups and its downs.  All of the worry about finding a job, and then finding the right job, and then finding a job that paid more than $13,000 (you’ve got to start somewhere… and, um, that’s where I started), finding roommates that wouldn’t kill me in my sleep, finding a non-hideous outfit for my 10 year reunion, finding my better half, and finding myself?  It was all worth it.  It was worth it because I get to enter the next decade of my life more confident, more accomplished, and more interesting than I was ten years ago.  I get to spend my thirties with a stronger body, a stronger brain, and a more full heart.

Let the countdown begin.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the best part of your twenties?  Or thirties?  Or whatever-ies?


Today: Woo-hoo! Clark’s two!

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] Our little furson is growing up.  This wrinkly little guy is two today!

While we’re at work, bringing home the bacon flavored dog treats, he’s off to celebrate at The Pawsitive Dog with his pals, so we packed some goodies to share.  Because we are weirdos.  (You were thinking it, I know).

It would seem even the Gap is celebrating Clark’s birthday.  Who knew we had such a trendy dog?

Nick and I took the little dude out for a stroll on Sunday.  Clark wanted to address all of his subjects, lest anyone forget today is his birthday.

Hear ye, hear ye. We’ve had so much fun in the year and a half since we brought Clark home.  From apple picking to exploring Maine, to our morning walks, Clark makes life a bit sillier, snugglier, smellier and happier. 🙂

Also On Tap for Today:

Do you celebrate the birthdays of non-humans?


Today: Go, shorty. It’s my birthday.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] A twelve year old boy called me a shorty while I was visiting his middle school a few weeks ago (he was promptly reprimanded and apologized for being disrespectful.  I love teachers.).  I’m 5’4″, but I don’t think he was referring to my height (or lack thereof).  It’s good to know as the years pass, I can still turn heads.  But sort of creepy to think those heads are turning in a school zone.  Let’s put an end to this line of thought.

We can sing 50 cent jams instead.

Go, shorty.  It’s your birthday.  We’re gonna party like it’s any other Tuesday for employed people. Go. Go. Go. Go to work on your birfday.  You don’t want to get fired on your birfday.  And you know we don’t give a f… it’s not your birthday.

Wait, but it really is my birthday, Curtis James Jackson III.  Important question: Who was cuter as a child?


Welp, this is why I got braces!

Or Fitty?


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After completing most some of my While 28 List, I’m excited to start a whole new list for my 29th year. Maybe I should add “rap battle” to the list.  Or, “get a personality transplant.”  I’ll keep you posted.  Probably.

Also On Tap for Today:

What do you suggest I add to my While 29 List?  And seriously, who was cuter, me or .50?


Today: This little piggy went to market.

Heirloom tomatoes, locally grown cucumbers and fresh cut field flowers make me smile.  I’ve got to get back to the kitchen… I smell something burning.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Happy 22nd birthday, Christopher!  You’re the best not-so-little brother in the Universe. 🙂
  • World Cup final: It all comes down to this
  • Baking and cooking up a storm this weekend

What are you favorite market finds?


Today: Birthday boys.

This post will be short and sweet (but not nearly as sweet as the two pounds of frosting I used for last night’s cake… whoops.)  Today marks the 30th birthday of a very important person, and the 1st birthday of a very important non-person.

April 11th babies

I can’t believe Jimmy is 30!  It seems like just yesterday 24 years ago, we were out back catching salamanders.  Or he was, and I was following him around.  He is, without question, the best older brother a girl could wish for.  He is kind, compassionate, funny (sometimes even on purpose), well-read, well-traveled, an excellent cook and (this is not an overstatement) a complete genius.  During my freshman year at BC (his junior year), we took a class together.  Naturally, he got an A.  I got… slightly below an A.  His brain works in a way I will never really understand… same goes for his arm while dancing.  Forget The Jersey Shore, Jimmy invented fist pumping.  In fact, that could be his tag line.

Jimmy E.: Beating the beat up since 1980.

And, if we believe the slightly sketchy papers we received from the breeder, Clark is one year old today!  I think that means he’s seven, but I don’t really understand dog years (or dogs, for that matter).  I tried to wake him up so we could celebrate, but just rolled back over.  And then ninja kicked me with a hind leg.  Perhaps he’s actually thirteen?

Woof. I'm a dog.

I’m off to bake some peanut butter and oatmeal dog treats.  For Clark, not Jimmy.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • BOSTON COLLEGE HOCKEY is #1 AGAIN! Our Eagles are National Champions.
  • Recover my camera
  • Clear out my closet– does anyone know of a clothing donation site in Southie?
  • Do Sunday things

Are you an April baby?  Who do you most look up to (shorties like me look up to just about everyone, whether we want to or not)?