Last night, Dan and I went out for a hot date. We went downtown and ate at Ambrozia, a very nice restaurant, and then walked a few blocks to have dessert at the Melting Pot, a fondue place where they give you all this fruit and cake and other things to dip in melted chocolate. It's heavenly.
We even got dressed up for the evening. I have photo evidence.

Now if you know us well, you know that we don't get dressed up for much. (Click here and here to review the stories of the carnage that ensued when we had to shop for clothing to wear to Aaron and Kelly's evening wedding last year.) So clearly, the question is, what was the big occasion? We were celebrating something, so what was it?
Anniversary?
Nope.
Birthday?
Nope.
Are we pregnant?
No, Mom Rice and Mom Wachdorf, there are no little Wachdorfs on the way.
But there are some big changes coming. Last night, we were celebrating the fact that I have a new job. I will be covering tourism and education for a New Mexico publication with offices in downtown Albuquerque. The work sounds very interesting, and I will only have to drive 15-20 minutes to get downtown, as opposed to 45 minutes, which is how long it takes me to get to my current job. I can't say that I will miss spending 10-12 hours a week in the car. With gas prices skyrocketing, it's also nice that I won't have to fill my car up as often. But, like most good things, this decision brings with it some sadness. I'm going to miss my current newspaper; it was really hard to tell my editor and co-workers that I will be moving on, even though they were really excited for me. I have worked there for two years, and they really are like family to me. The next few weeks of finishing things up there and saying goodbye are going to be tough. But in spite of the anxiety that I guess is just a normal part of making a big move like this, I am looking forward to a new challenge.
And that is worth getting dressed up.