Cuckoo for Christmas...

That’s how I described myself to my potential future boss. Luckily, he is in the Christmas business, so that probably came off less weird than it sounds. I interviewed for a part time position as graphic designer for this company that manufactures HUGE Christmas decorations and coordinates Christmas displays for resorts, hotels, and all kinds of business. My job, if I get it, will be to take the sales people’s ideas and transform them into realistic renderings of what the displays will look like. How cool is that? I have a second interview on Monday afternoon, so I’ll probably find out for sure then whether or not I’ve got the job. *crosses fingers*

Tim and I are going to try to hit up the Coral Room later on tonight. We’ve never eaten there before, but it’s gotten great reviews so we’ve got high hopes. Pan-asian style always promises some kind of yellow curry. MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm. I LOVE yellow curry. Especially when there are bean thread noodles involved.

And in other news, we bought a pasta machine yesterday and so we had Lena and Dane over for “Ravioli Night”. I wish I would’ve remembered to take pictures. Everyone was cutting out circles and we made 3 yummy fillings (crab, Asparagus, and portabellini). It was a blast. :o) I can see how it would be fun for a bigger group of people, but I’d need to have all the fillings made ahead of time. That was a bit crowded in the kitchen. But it was really delicious, and a lot of fun. I ended up drinking a little (a lot) more than I intended of this really delicious Carbernet, and woke up with a wicked headache this morning. I feel a little better now, but I had to do some serious water guzzling and some SHAPE Bikini Body Cardio (aaaaaaaaaaaaand grapevine, and pony, step kick touch, look awaaaaaaaaaay and kick and jab etc…) to get that yucky feeling out of me.

Ever since my fish died, I’ve been all paranoid about my other fish, Nigiri. He seems lonely. He hangs out in his plant pretty much all day. I’m not sure if I should get him another friend. I mean, sure, the other fish will be on the other side of the divider, but at least he’d have someone to flare his gills at. But maybe it’s too soon. He’s probably mourning. Poor little guy. I wonder which stage of grief he is in?