This Friday in Happy Valley Presents:

Officially started the job search today. Put in four applications. Zola's Bistro is my top pick ... will need to do some homework/refreshing this weekend as my wine knowledge is in need of some polishing. Joy. My presentation is fine. My expert opinion on pairings and other snobby things is lacking. Maybe I should drop the hint that I can barely speak French. Then my future employer will know that I have the ability to butcher any complicated culinary name I attempt to pronounce.

On other news, Stacey is screaming at the top of her lungs. God help us all. Evidently a hot but clueless stud (aren't they all) has accepted her invitation to drop by this evening. Sigh. Ear plugs are in order. I should have gone to poker tonight. I cannot play poker but it would have been a learning experience. Nicholas, next time I decide I don't want to hang out with the guys and play a manly game of poker, remind me that my fate may be an evening of mindless conversation and otherwise annoying antics. Argh.

The reason I didn't go to poker? I was tired and hungry after the gym. I recommenced gym going today. Little weak yoho is going to become big tough yoho - well, only in my dreams. Anyway, such is this friday in Happy Valley. Cheers! ... God, I miss France.