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31 January, 2000
“So, ummm, Deb, does Rumbles [very good wine shop close by Deb's work] have a better selection of Italian or Australian reds?”
We don't usually drink a bottle of wine on a Monday night, but it was kinda special today. A small celebration was in order.
I got a phone call late this afternoon confirming a big job I'd been hoping to get. Actually my first ever job from someone I didn't know who found me from seeing my ad. It's to design an Intranet site for a Government department. They want it done by 9 February, and they picked us to do it!
We worked in the weekend on a mock-up page for the site, I e-mailed it to them this morning, and they must have liked it. I'm still floating. Tomorrow I'll start worrying that I can deliver on it, but for now I'm basking in the fact that someone will actually pay me to design a website for them.
Damn we rock!
I'm worried about Deb. Like, right now, she's in the living room watching a tv channel we get devoted to fashion. It's called the Fashion Channel. It's French. Quite. All it consists of is models prancing down the catwalk doing whatever it is models do. Well, ok, they're only modelling clothes, not taking drugs, vomiting up food, abusing cameramen etc, but you get the picture.
Except she's excited because the male models are on. She keeps yelling back to me, "Would you wear a kilt? with a leather jacket and trousers?", "Would you wear a suit with little hearts dangling off it?", "Big noses are in this year!", "ohh, he's cute!", "Would you wear a plaid poncho?", "Would you wear trousers with flowers on them?", "Would you wear a top hat with your silk dressing gown?"
For the record. "No", "Not even in a nightmare", "uh huh", "yeah, right", "only in San Francisco", and "I don't do silk dressing gowns."
She's just told me, "Mike, you would have made a good model, 'cept you're too old now. They're all young and spunky, with their little goatees." I don't believe that is a compliment. I don't feel like it is.
"and they've got the look, you know? They walk down the catwalk like they're bored." "Oh, bored. I can do bored ok."
If I ever start to feel the need to compare myself to male models on a catwalk, even if Deb kinda likes 'em :), shoot me. No, really.
Mind you … a silk dressing gown … mmmmmmmmmm