On Tap for Today

A fun loving, inspired living blog


Today: The Bachelorette.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I’ve never watched the show, but if it’s anything like this past weekend, I’ll be DVR-ing the next season.  I got to spend the last three days on the Cape with some of my absolute favorite people.  Equal parts low key and dancey, the weekend was absolutely perfect.

My sister and I picked up our cousin Katie from the train station Friday evening and made it to the Cape in record time, especially considering it was a holiday weekend.  We shared a bottle of wine and a game of Phase 10, before beginning the search for the ultimate “learn to dance like Michael Jackson” YouTube video and establishing the sole ground rule for the weekend (we only needed one):

If you say you’re going to do it, you have to do it.

I broke that rule first thing Saturday morning when I… um… forgot to wear my newly gifted clip-on veil on our run.  Colleen and Tina joined us shortly after we got back to the house, just in time for mimosas on the beach.  We enjoyed beautiful weather and perfect tides all weekend long.

Being a complete control freak person, I was anxious to know what was in store, and a bit nervous about the surprises the girls had in store.  Their thoughtfulness far surpassed anything I could have imagined.  My sister worked with Nick to create a guessing game/video, which was definitely a highlight of the weekend for me.  Not surprisingly, Nick and I had matching answers for most questions about one another, including how annoying my indecisiveness can be… and his questionable taste in music.  There wasn’t a dry eye in the house, though, as Nick talked about how excited he is to get married.

I am just so lucky.  For so many reasons.

Soon, our sweet ride was pulling up.  Katie connected with Jerry, owner of Cape Cod Limousine, and set up a fantastic evening for us.  Having a driver for the night was such a fun surprise.  We played with the overhead lights and music like a bunch of junior prom goers.  Our first stop was the Chatham Bars Inn for drinks by the gazebo as the sun was setting and a fabulous dinner in the tavern.

The roasted tomato soup was perfect for warming up (before donning a heavy Champagne jacket…).

After dinner, we made a quick stop at Land Ho! in Orleans.  I enjoyed a hard cider, a lap around the bar, and a quick lesson on life courtesy of the ladies room.

Jerry’s prediction that the scene at the Ho would be a bust proved true, though the band (and the band members’ hair) was quite good.  Sadly, our glow bracelets didn’t quite fit in.  And no one was dancing.  That was our cue to move on.

We took the express train limo to our old standby, the Woodshed, where we spend the rest of the night dancing, dancing, dancing, drinking and trying to avoid being danced on.  There was some aggressive elbowing taking place on that tiny dance floor.  The Boston Naturals played a great set and being surrounded by the girls had me smiling like mad.

I had to break out my flying squirrel costume (oh… doesn’t everyone have one?) before the night was over, but my attempt to sneak through the house resulted in a skinned knee.  You can’t win ’em all.  I am sure there are photos of Squirelizabeth, but I don’t have any.  Which is entirely fine by me.

Sunday morning, I slept later than I have in decades (possibly an exaggeration, but maybe not) and missed Colleen and Tina departing.  I had so much fun with them, and was glad they could both join us for part of the weekend.  Several of my friends and bridesmaids were traveling, moving, and attending weddings and though I certainly missed them, I felt their love from far away and appreciated all the texts and calls over the course of the weekend.

Katie, Andrea and I fit in another run before more time at the beach, more Phase 10, more MJ videos, and a trip to Kate’s.

Oh, and a beer can duel.  Because what’s a bachelorette party without Bud Light cans flying through the air?

I loved every minute of this weekend.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • I went away and it was August… I came back and it’s September?!
  • Just moved to Boston?
  • Grocery shopping (sort of an emergency)

If you were in a cover band, what would be on your must-play list?


Today: Obsessed, lately.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy, but here are a few songs I’ve been obsessed with lately.

Like any other red-blooded American tween 30-year-old, Call Me Maybe has been stuck in my head since the first time I heard it.  I’ve listened to it so many times, I am pretty sure the lyrics are etched on my soul. Will I ever tire of hearing it?  …Maybe.  When that will be, I do not know.   I promise I am listening to other stuff, too.

Currently on heavy rotation:

Wondering what I listen to when I run?  Click to 7:26 of the most recently released episode of The Team Off Balance Video Blog, produced by Jack atpixelwiremedia.com / rtbrelay.com.

I think Michael Jackson (may he rock in peace) would have appreciated my safety gear.

Also On Tap for Today:

What songs are you obsessed with lately?


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: You gotta let your soul shine.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I haven’t missed a single day of running this year.  Mostly because there’s only been a single day this year.  I cranked up the music this morning (including my favorite warm-up jam, The Return to Innocence, straight from 1994), and headed for the waterfront.

Despite having slept in, the streets were still deserted, and I had the Harborwalk all to myself.  Which meant a lot of singing along to the Allman Brothers, at the top of my lungs.  I was thinking how 2011 will be hard to top, running-wise, but I am looking forward to taking on new challenges, including a relay with some of my favorite people.  My race plan, so far:









No marathon this year, no traveling for races.  I am planning to keep things simple in 2012.  Please remind me of this intention when I inevitably go off the reservation and end up registering for who knows what.  🙂

Also On Tap for Today:

Do you have any fun races or events planned for 2012?


Today: Frenchie karaoke.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Look no further, the next American Idol is sprawled out on my sofa.  After months of rehearsing this song on the streets of South Boston as fire trucks fly by, Clark is finally ready to film his first music video.

No French bulldogs were harmed in the making of this video.  My eardrums, however, may never recover.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your go-to karaoke jam?


Today: You’re invited to a pity party.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] Please bring the pita chips.

Remember when my face nearly fell off from the sheer excitement of attending The Martha Stewart Show, with my dog and my boyfriend?  Well, I had to scrape that very same freckled face off the floor last week or the week before (I’ve been wallowing for so long, I’ve lost track of time) when my BlackBerry alerted me to an email from the show.

  • My first thought: That blinking red light thing is so annoying.
  • My second thought: I love when Martha emails me just to say “Hi, girl!”  She’s so cute.
  • My third thought: Maybe the show’s producers Facebooked me and were like, “Now this is a creature to behold.  We should probably have her perched on Martha’s arm throughout the entirety of the episode.”

And then I read the actual message.

Bam! Head on desk.  The taping had been rescheduled… for the same day as a major work event.  When you’re the boss lady, you kind of need to be at those things.  In other words:

I know there are 50 million worse things that could happen to a girl, but I have to bring it real talk, people.  I was super disappointed.  Meanwhile, Boyfriend of the Year was busy emailing the Martha Stewart Show, behind my back, and begging them to help.  You can imagine my surprise when my BlackBerry was ringing and the caller ID showed a Manhattan exchange (I used to have a 917- number… I’m very cosmopolitan, but not cosmo enough to have had a 212-).  It was a show employee calling to offer me tickets for the original taping, sans Frenchie (because it was no longer a dog show).

I was an awkward mumbler and sort of blacked out, so I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to call or email someone to confirm this time around.  But I do remember saying “yes.”  So my disappointment turned to an optimistic confusion.  My confusion turned to “You emailed Martha Stewart?!” and sincere appreciation.  I thanked Nick the only way I could think of, with a Martha Stewart ribbon (heinously photographed by the aforementioned BlackBerry).

I do Martha a disservice by posting this photo, but trust me. Like all of her products, her message ribbons are top notch. And every girl should have several spools just floating around in her handbag.

Then, a few days later, I got another 917- call.  The taping had been canceled altogether (i.e. no dog show, and no human show).  I did receive an invitation to attend a taping when I’m free, though.  Which according to my day planner is in 2017.  The ladies at MSLO were really, really nice.  And I really appreciate Nick going out of his way to try and remedy the situation.   And Clark doesn’t speak English, so he could care less.

So, folks.  I hope you still like me and Clark, even though we’re not going to be famous (this month), after all.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your favorite depressing song?  I’ll add it to my iPod immediately.  Just kidding… or am I?


Today: Forever young.

Shot from the shore in Brewster a few years ago.

Last summer, we were enjoying a day at the beach with my parents when I overheard quite the conversation. One little girl yelled to her little girl friend, as they splashed at the shoreline,

“If we drink the magic potion, we can be baby mermaids foreverrrrr.”

I’ve adopted this as a mantra of sorts.  I mean, who wouldn’t want to be baby mermaids forever?  My magic potion is a blend of daily vitamins, 3 peanut M&M’s, some spinach, and two drops of anti-wrinkle cream.

Speaking of being forever young, I sort of love that Forever Young (Youth Group’s version played during Napoleon Dynamite’s dance scene) found its way onto a Jay-Z album.  I’m a bit obsessed with the video.

…especially those last few seconds.

Also On Tap for Today:

How do you stay young?