On Tap for Today

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Today: Wine about it.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]This weekend I took a little road trip to Little Compton, Rhode Island with my family to Sakonnet Vineyards to celebrate my mother’s birthday.  Why whine about growing older more experienced, when you can wine about it?

While the rest of the gang enjoyed their tasting, I got to enjoy some time with my niece (she’s underage by… um… 20 years and 9 months) and walked around the grounds a bit.  My sister-in-law showed me how to feed Nora with a bottle, just in time for my little babysitting adventure next week.  I am going to teach her so many swear words.  Just kidding.  Obviously.

I made it back to the tasting room to sneak a few sips from my sister’s glass.  I usually gravitate towards the whites, but I really liked the Cock of the Walk Red(awkward name; tasty, spicy wine), and brought a bottle home to share with Nick.  Thirtieth birthday parties, bachelorette parties and Bruins games aside, I rarely drink beer (truthfully, I rarely booze anymore period), so avoiding gluten in that way hasn’t been an issue.  Wine’s sort of tricky though, because I’ve read that some vineyards use flour in their barrels, or during the wine making process.  I figure a sip won’t kill me.  And if it does… welp, that’s probably a good way to go.  Thoughts about death and diets aside (I am delightful, no?), we had a lovely afternoon.

After the tasting, we enjoyed a cheese plate on the patio as the sun started to emerge.  The property is absolutely gorgeous and the atmosphere is very relaxed and warm.  It is definitely well worth a day trip from Boston.  There’s much more to see in the area now called the Farm Coast, including specialty shops, antiques, working farms, vineyards, breweries and lovely scenery.   When I worked in Rhode Island I called the area “the miles between my office and home, where I get speeding tickets and then cry because I am hungry, stuck in traffic and generally crabby.”  The Farm Coast has a much nicer ring to it.  Less whine, more wine.

Also On Tap for Today:

Are you a wine person?  I tend to pick the prettiest label… clearly, I have a lot to learn.


Today: Goods from the garden.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]When I walk around my parents’ garden, I can’t help but think that, despite wanting to living in Southie forever and ever, there are advantages to being in the suburbs.

For example:

  • You can walk around barefoot without needing a precautionary tetanus shot
  • There are few people to bump into and nary a MTBA driver to mow you down as you cross the street
  • It’s quiet, the air is fresh, and parking is a plenty

Don’t worry, I haven’t gone soft.  In fact, I just gave some serious attitude to a kid selling lemonade on Broadway.  Just kidding.  I would never do that.  I did complement her on the Disney princess table she was using to hawk her drinks, though.  It was really cute.  And I appreciate the entrepreneurial spirit.

I love the city and scenes such as that.  I like the noise, the grit, the business.  The go-go-go.  Visiting my mom and dad, though, has me missing lawns.  And tomatoes.  And kitchens larger than a shoe.

Thankfully, there are plenty of places within the city where I can to catch my breath.  Many of them are right here in South Boston: Moakley Field, Castle Island, our roof (technically, not open to the public… but ours is not the only roof, surely), the Harborwalk, the parks along Carson Beach and the waterfront, Dorchester Heights, the end of Drydock.

I haven’t attempted to plant anything along the way, but hey.  That could be interesting.

Also On Tap for Today:

Where do you go to catch your breath?


Today: Freshly showered.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I am as grateful as I am lucky, which is to say, very.  All of my lovely bridesmaids were in town this weekend, along with family and friends, to host the most wonderful bridal shower.  In short: I laughed, I cried (only a tiny, tiny bit… and they were happy tears), I got nail caviar.  I am still overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity.  I really am so grateful, and so lucky.

Nick and I started the weekend at CrossFit Southie, where I was able to increase my PR by 10lbs for the power snatch.  After a few really helpful coaching cues, I have improved significantly on that Olympic lift.  That’s one of the best things: if you work hard, you’ll continue improve and grow stronger.  After sweating like a beast, I had less than an hour to transform into a beauty.  Thank goodness for mascara.  And antiperspirant.

I traded my new lightweight training tank (a gift from my friends at Reebok) for this cute eyelet sundress (what good is a selfie without a photobomb from a random stuffed French bulldog?).  Side note 1: Stuffed animals totally creep me out.  But this one is a Frenchie.  And the proceeds benefitted a charity I love.  Side note 2: I am a natural frowner.  Those mouth corners seem to go down, even when I’m smiling.  And smizing.

Kristine picked me up just before one o’clock for a manicures, pedicures, Prosecco and lots of catching up at Bliss.  It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon.  It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole seven years since she traded Boston for New Jersey.  I miss living downstairs from her, and being able to see her at the drop of a hat (what a weird expression).  If I thought I could trick everyone into coming back home, I’d get married more often.  Sort of.

After plenty of pampering, we grabbed a bite to eat and did some browsing on Newbury Street before heading to my sister’s apartment.  Andrea, Katie, Meg, Kristine and Colleen had dangerously strong cosmopolitans, snacks, and plenty of Michael Jackson waiting, as well as some fun little surprises.  We enjoyed a lovely dinner and lots of laughs.  Pink prosecco?  Yes, please.  This little lady loves bubbles.

The next morning we headed home for the most lovely shower.  From the centerpieces (straight from my parents’ garden) to delicious food and incomparable company, it was just the perfect day.  I was spoiled rotten.

I’ve said it before, and I know I will say it again.  I am the luckiest.

Also On Tap for Today:

Are your dearest friends nearby, or far away?


Today: Oh, baby.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I’m an aunt!  I am over the moon for my sister-in-law and brother.  My heart is bursting.  I have no words.

Fortunately, the pop stars of America have me covered.

[Original images: Britney, Jonas Brothers, Ashanti, Salt N Pepa, Pitbull, the Bieb]

Seriously. Oh, baby.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Newport bound 🙂
  • Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
  • Smiling incessantly

Got your own good news to share?  Let’s hear it.


Today: Yes, you May.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]This year is flying by at a frightening pace.  May shows no signs of slowing down.  I feel like I should be wearing safety gear.

I was cleaning out our cabinets this weekend, pulling out cans and boxes to donate to Feed the Need, when I came across a box of Wasa crackers that expired in June of 2011.  “Good,” I thought, “another month free and clear of botulism.”  Wrong.  It’s 2012.  I am still not sure how that happened.

With work busier than ever, it’s no surprise that old “I skipped Spanish class so many times that I am afraid to go back to class” recurring dream crept into my sleep Sunday night.

Let the record reflect that I never skipped a single Spanish class, but the dread always feels so real when I dream that weird dream.  I think it usually means that I’m over-scheduled and worried about letting something I’m responsible for slip through the cracks.  Or that I need to brush up on my romance languages.

Regardless of the fact that I feel like I am holding on for dear life, there’s a lot to look forward to this month:

  • Zella Day of Movement at Nordstrom this coming Saturday– all are welcome!  Check here to find the nearest participating location and join in the fun.
  • Clark’s Therapy Dog exam
  • The New Balance Falmouth Road Race Lottery opens on Monday, May 7th
  • My last big work event of the academic year, plus some work travel down South
  • A visit to Reebok Headquarters with the FitFluential family
  • Mother’s Day 🙂
  • Follow-up with my RD
  • The New Balance Reach the Beach Relay with #teamoffbalance
  • My sister-in-law’s shower (which means the baby is on the way!)
  • My sister’s law school graduation 
  • Boston’s Run to Remember
  • Memorial Day Weekend
Goodness, gracious.  That’s a whole lot of fun to be had.  Someone pass me a helmet.
Also On Tap for Today:
What are you most looking forward to this month?


Today: Don’t get your eyebrows waxed when you’re sad.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I believe the last time I explicitly offered advice On Tap, it involved going to the hospital when you have a concussion, rather than laying on the sofa eating ice cream and trying to remember the word for “post office”… in English.

Today, I impart this nugget of wisdom:  when you’re sad (even just a little), do not get your eyebrows waxed.

I had exactly six minutes of unscheduled time this weekend.  Feeling it was important to not appear at my grandmother’s funeral with a unibrow, I popped into Gaelic Day Spa (my favorite non-Gaelic, very un-day-spa-like-day-spa) for a quick grooming.  I am mostly good at keeping my emotions in check (emoticons are another story, I love a good winky face), but the second that hot wax and errant eyebrow hair was ripped from my face, I just about lost it.

I am guessing I am not the first person to cry on the esthetician’s table, and I likely won’t be the last, but I felt rather awful when the woman taming my brows thought she had mortally wounded me.  I couldn’t express what I was actually feeling, mostly because my six minutes were nearly up, but I tried to assure her it wasn’t her fault.

After all, it was my fault.  Trust me.  Do not get your eyebrows waxed when you’re sad.  Here are a few things to do instead.

Just be sad.  It’s okay to be upset when you’re upset.  And if you feel like talking and you need someone to listen, I will gladly share my dog.  He rarely talks back.

Watch the Caine’s Arcade video.  It’s 10 minutes long; I estimate that you’ll feel better by the 14 second mark.  I also recommend Marcel the Shell, and anything involving small children singing Hey Jude.

Make a feel good playlist.  This is not the time for brooding, melancholy jams.  When I need to be lifted up, I go straight to Sir Duke. David Gray is fully off limits.

Sweat it out.  Nothing reminds me of the therapeutic power of a good workout quite like a few days out of the game.  Endorphins are real.  Don’t believe me? Ask Endorphin Dude.

Find an outlet.  Not an electrical one.  A creative one, perhaps.  I impulsively bought a coloring book and a box of crayons this weekend.  I was prepared to lie to the cashier about them being gifts for my niece or nephew, but the lady didn’t seem fazed by a 30 year old buying a Hello Kitty coloring book.  Which is good.  Since my niece or nephew isn’t due until June.  Plus, I don’t think infants are allowed to have crayons.  Oh, and also: it’s bad to lie.

Whether it’s doodling, making a special meal, taking photographs, or writing down my thoughts, I find expression to be especially helpful when I’m feeling down.

Get outside.  I’m fortunate enough to live a short run from the ocean.  And this weekend, while I was away leading a retreat, my room had incredible views of the sea.  During the day, I watched the tide’s cycle and couldn’t help but be moved by the natural order of things.  Sometimes the tide is high, and we are carried high atop the waves.  And sometimes the tide pulls out, and we’re left feeling very small, a bit lost and a little abandoned.

Inevitably, though, the tide comes back in.  And so it goes with life.  Sometimes we’re up.  And sometimes we’re down.  And when we’re down, we’d be wise to avoid the hot wax at Gaelic Day Spa.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your favorite feel good jam?


Today: The legacy.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Sadly, my grandmother passed away on Friday.  I am so happy that she is at peace, and have been thankful to have the the last two days to spend with loved ones, reflecting on Grandma’s long, happy life.

I was thinking of her when I took the photo above.  We shared so many happy memories with our grandparents, both in the city and beside the ocean.  Before her funeral this morning, the hospice chaplain shared this poem with us.

The Legacy

When I die, give what is left of me to my children.
If you need to cry, cry for your brothers and sisters walking beside you.
Put your arms around anyone,
and give them what you need to give me.

I want to leave you with something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I have known or loved.
And if you cannot live without me, then let me live on
in your eyes, your minds and your acts of kindness.

You can love me most
by letting hands touch hands
and letting go of children that need to be free.

Love does not die, people do.
So when all that is left of me is love,
Give me away.

–Merritt Malloy

I thought it was such a beautiful sentiment, fitting for a beautiful life.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Best wishes to everyone running the Boston Marathon today!  Stay safe!
  • Great ideas for showing the Earth you care
  • Straight chillin’

What is your favorite memory with your grandparents?