Thursday, April 26, 2012

Age: Turning Forty and F*cking Fabulous

I'm turning 40 this year. Forty. It's weird. I didn't think it would be. But it is. I don't feel forty, although, really, what does forty feel like? I keep reminding myself: Gwen Stefani...isn't she like 42? And SJP...way over 40. Jen Aniston. So yeah, forty is still super hot and cool and hip, although really, I know: perhaps using celebrities as a comparison as I approach this major milestone is not the most brilliant or rational of ideas.

When I saw today's Five For Five topic, all I could think was: 40.

Although I will still be in my 30s for more than half a year, it is looming.

I debated just posting a bunch of images that have been floating around in my mind: the perfect party dress, the perfect pair of shoes, me in the perfect party dress and perfect pair of shoes surrounded by my homies in Vegas...

Yep, I decided a little alcohol, some friends, my Hubby, and a room at the Bellagio will soften the blow.

If I'm gonna turn 40 (before any of my friends and Hubby, mind you), I figure I should do it Big. Grand. Loud. Over-the-top. Tacky, even. And preferably while holding a martini in a feathered cocktail dress.

I'm not really sure what the big deal is. I never really used to have an issue with age. But then again, I've never been 40. And it's not like I'm hiding it: if my friends didn't think it was waaaaaay too tacky, I would make everyone wear shirts proclaiming: "Liz is turning 40 and she is fuckin' fabulous." That's the theme, anyways. Yep. I have a theme. And before you think I'm totally nuts, seeing as it's in December, for heaven's sake, just know that the airplane tickets are already booked. So see? I'm not getting that ahead of myself. I'm not obsessing that much. So it's official: I guess if I have a non-refundable ticket (along with several others that will be flying over there with me), then I guess I really am turning 40.

So you'd think, as much of a ponderer as I am, that I would already have plans...big, big plans for my new decade. Goals, adventures...  But nope, I haven't gotten past the shoes and the party dress. So as of right now, I'm gonna ignore the weird posing-questions-about-life-and-wrinkles-and-mortality-stage and just call this year's birthday an excuse for one hell of a party. I'll worry about the rest while recovering from my hangovers.

Vegas, babyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......!


  1. Liz! I'm turning 40 in a few months. And when I decided on the topics, I just KNEW I'd be writing about 40. But I didn't. I tried. There just wasn't anything there. I feel much the same as you, which is to say, I don't feel 40. But I also don't have a plane ticket or any plans yet, and I'm going to take your lead and get on that! August is going to be here soon!!!!

  2. Oh, 40 was really no big deal for me....but I have a feeling that when 45 comes around in few years that one will throw me for a loop!

    And for the record? I still don't feel like I'm in my 40's. In fact, I don't even see how it's possible that I've been on this planet for over 40 years.

  3. Isn't that aprt of getting closer to 40? LOL. In your twenties you make all these plans...a schedule for how you are going to set out in your life:school, career, marry, kids. You think you have a plan. In your 30's is when all the action happens and you realize you can't really plan for everything so you start making plans for how to be better at life: exercise, meditate, budget your money. I am NEARING 40. And the closer I get, the more I just live day to day. So thinking about the feathered cocktail dress and the shoes? Developmentally appropriate! LOL! Can't wait to hear about the Vegas trip!

  4. I'm with you. If you have to plan a trip (Mind you, I did my planning 2 years in advance. How's that for neurotic?), you can't worry about WHY you are there, right?

    Here's to no timeline or plans for the next 10 years!

  5. I went to Mexico for my 40th. Hard to be depressed with an ocean view and a strong margarita in your hand!

  6. Truthfully 40 is fab. You're old enough to be treated like an adult yet you're adult enough to not care if you act like a kid. I love it X


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