by Liz Crowe
It’s my birthday too yeah.
There was a time, not that long ago when the thought of “December 17th” made me smile and wiggle in anticipation. And I don’t mean when I was seven and anticipating a new bicycle, or 16 and anticipating a car.
I mean like just a couple of years ago when I would line up a couple of Ladies Nights Out with my peeps wherein at least one of our husbands would be called upon to rescue us from a nightclub after 2 a.m. which he would do, in exchange for the right to make fun of us for the next six months. Not that we cared. I’d also plan family dinners, and a couple of years in a row hosted a massive karaoke party at a cool place here in Asquared that’s set up like a “real” karaoke” bar—the kind we used to visit in Japan when we lived there. Small and large rooms can be rented, booze and snacks can be rolled in (on the sly of course wink wink) and several hours of mayhem can ensue at the mikes.
Yeah, I’m a ham AND a karaoke mike hog, especially on my b-day.
But last year was low key, mainly because I had just spent a mind boggling month running a bar more or less single handedly. I was bug-eyed with exhaustion and basically ate dinner with the family at my fave restaurant and went to bed by 10. Lame.
This year I’ve had a solid 365 days of experience handling marketing and sales for a rapidly growing craft microbrewery, had sleepless nights and frustrating days of staff issues, knock-down-drag-outs with prima donna control freak brewers, arm wrestling matches with business partners and had two novels and 5 short stories published, 2 novellas and a series of 3 more (in a trilogy) accepted for 2012 publication.
I thought I was bug-eyed LAST year!
But the lack of sleep and near constant hum of low level, ever present stress zinging through my nerve endings has made me accept a few things.
I am officially 45 years old today. Yes. I said it. Five years shy of 50. Jesus. And I mean that in a totally “He is born today” sort of way.
I cannot control what others think of me. I can only control the way I act around them when they are a**holes.
I cannot make people like my books or my beer. I can only make both things as good as I know how (with a lot of very excellent editorial and prima-donna brewer assistance).
Christmas is still coming, no matter how many times I shut my eyes and ignore it. I’m a class A procrastinator when it comes to shopping of ANY sort. But I will get it done. I know this.
If I read one more “Dear Santa This is What All Writers Want” blog post or hear one more colleague ask me for my “ideal Christmas six pack” my skull may explode. But hey, it’s that time of year. So it’s cool.
Today I’m celebrating in a very special and unique way. My spouse (who was one of the WORST when it came to “ha ha ha you girls acted like idiots when I picked you up” offenders even into June of the following year) got us tickets to see my beloved Louisville Cardinals play basketball in Louisville against Memphis in the shiny new b-ball arena downtown. I’m also having a little pre-game beer brunch hosted by my pals the owners/brewers of the Bluegrass Brewing company AND my bestie/college roomie is joining us for the day!
Go Forth and celebrate.
Jesus Christ is born (in a few days) but I was born today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ
Hope the day is fantastic.
I drank too much last night. slow death today i think. lol
You got the right attitude, Liz! And you're on a roll...w/butter!
Have fun at the game!
Happy Birthday :-) May you always want what you have! (Even the hangover :-P)
thanks kids! having a traditional Louisville brekkie now, headed back to the real world later (must do Xmas shopping).
The birth of Christ may be celebrated on the 25, but the life of a Goddess named Liz is celebrated on the 17th and beyond.
Hope you had a wonderful day, Liz! :)
Happy birthday, Liz.
Good luck with your beer and your books.
You know, I want to laugh my a$$ off at your antics, but that wouldn't be nice. And I'm glad to see that you realize that at the age of 45, you notice some things that you can't control, some other things that you CAN, and the rest? I'd use bad language, but don't know who might be reading this.
You had fun on your b-day, which is the most important thing. And as for your hubby making fun of you and your peeps? Phhpptt! He's just jealous he didn't get to go with y'all! :)
P.S. And if I'm lucky enough to head down your way, I'm stopping in to try a 1/2 pint of your brew!
Late to the party - but a belated happy birthday!!
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