40 and Fabulous...or at least WE think so...

My friend Elise turned 40 today, so we took the kids to the beach to hang out with her family, and a bunch of our other friends. There were probably about 6 or 7 families together, and it was a great day for a birthday celebration.

But don't you hate it when you show up to a party in something totally fab, and someone has on the same outfit as you???





How embarrassing.


At first they tried to ignore each other, and hoped that no one would notice...



But then they realized that they were just two divas with impeccable fashion sense, and if anyone didn't like it, they could f*@% off.



Once we got past that awkward moment, all of us 40ish and almost 40ish hot mamas decided to leave the husbands and kids on the beach so that we could go to the Greenhouse for a celebratory drink or 3.




Yes, that's me on the left with my arm flab strategically positioned behind my friend's hat.


And my friend in the hat is drinking a drink called "The Pain in the Ass." Really, that's what it says on the menu. And this is not a misnomer (see previous post about misnomers.)




The Greenhouse is a happening hangout for the mid-20's crowd at night, the same crowd that hangs on this beach during the day. People who don't refer to places as "happening hangouts." People like this guy...




Lots of waxed chests and bare asses in thongs on this beach. We reminisced about when we used to hang out on this beach. It seems that every decade we move down a block. We now sit 2 blocks away from this, the Washington Ave. beach.

As we were leaving, a bit tipsy and giggling, we started chatting with this group next to us.





They asked if we had kids. My friend replied, "yes, I have four," to which the usual (and true) response is "wow, you look awesome...way too young to have kids, let alone four of them!" However, this young man responded very poorly by saying "wow, four kids...are any of them our age?"



It was a bit of a buzz kill, but we laughed. And we laughed some more as we walked back to the beach, past the block of 20 somethings with the bare chests and exposed asses, and past the block of 30 somethings, with the infants crying and tiny tots screaming about the sand and the heat, to our perfect block of 40 somethings. Our kids are old enough to be enjoying the beach and the ocean, and our husbands are almost responsible enough not to let this happen while we were gone...


Ah, yes...our 40's will be fabulous...

I see an amazing decade ahead.