So saturday A and I went to Christine and Allen's Halloween party in Queens. Their friends Larry and Marissa (who we've met before) and Allen's sister Lydia and her boyfriend Sam. Larry and Marissa have been dating for like 7 years. They live together, but he doesn't want to get married. A went as Michael Meyers and he was really scary, Micheal Meyers freaks me out. I went as a sexy cowgirl. I wore my slouchy boots (see earlier post), with a jean skirt, pink tank top with a white button down shirt tied up, a big western belt, and a pink, fuzzy cowboy hat. So cute.

The party was really fun. We drank a lot and the food was really good. We sang kareoke and played cherades and just bull shitted. We stayed until 1 am. I spoke to Christine today and she told me that after we left Marissa started guzzling vodka and got really trashed out and she pulled Christine and Lydia into the bedroom and told them that she slept with another guy and couldn't stop thinking about him. I'm interested in why all of a sudden a lot of my female friends and acquantiances are cheating, but that's a topic for another post. Then she goes into the bathroom and throws up for an hour all over the floor, toilet, tub, and Christine's expensive show towels. I hate sloppy drunks. I mean we all have our limits, know them, and stick to it. We're not 16 years old anymore, if your gonna get diarrhea of the mouth and start spilling your deepest secrets to people, you've probably had one too many. Anyway, us girls are going to Mirage on Friday for drinks and dancing, so maybe I'll have some more drama for you then.

Last night A and I had a really good night. We went for breakfast, took the dog for a nice long walk in the park, had dinner, carved a jack-o-lantern, drank hot apple cider, and watched our Sunday shows. It was a really great weekend. I'll check you guys later.

So last night A and I went to the haunted firehouse in Long Island. It was really good, the firemen always do a great job of setting up and it's super scary. But I'm weird again. There were tons of hot guys there, working and waiting in line and, not to be conceited, I'm attractive and I usually get a lot of attention from men (which is not always a good thing), but last night I didn't even want A to touch me or hold me which is strange. I liked the looks I was getting and I don't know. In the beginning there was tons of fire works, but now it's like the zsa zsa zu is fading. I'm not as attracted to him as I was, but I do love him very much and I would never, and have never, strayed. But my emotions are on like a rollar coaster because this morning he had to go and help his father with something and I was upset to see him go. I can't wrap my mind around these feelings.

It's amazing what a haircut will do for a woman. I went with my cousin Lisa to get our hair cut and colored. Four hours of gossip and bs'ing, we totally had a good time. Except the woman who washed my hair was really ignorant and spilled water all down my back and drenched my shirt. But my hair is trimmed and layered no longe blond, but a warm chestnut with caramel higlights. Very fall. I feel rejuvinated, like a new person.

Which is good since A and I went looking for DJ's for the wedding last night and it costs like $3000 (he is so not gonna be happy that I just spent $150 on my hair). It's just really stressful that most of the things that we want for the wedding we either can't agree on or can't afford. This city really needs to pay me more. We voted today on the new teacher's contract, I voted NO and I hope other teachers will to. Bloomberg is a first class A-hole. I have a little saying that I think would look snazzy on a picket sign, "A mayor may work from sun to sun, but a teacher's work is never done." Speaking of work I have to plan my guided reading for the week, b/c I am not doing it this weekend.

A is selfish, yesterday he came over and instead of knockin boots I just went down on him and today I got my period. Ugh! So not happy!!! Now I have to wait 6 days for any kind of sexual relief. I have a lot of wedding planning still to do. Tonight we're going to look at DJ's. To be honest, this stuff is a really big pain in the ass and I've always considered myself a girly-girl (who knew I'd be so put off by wedding planning). Some of it was fun. Getting my dress was fun.

I feel a lot less mentally ill about A, I think I was just going through some weird stuff, that I'm sure I'll go through again, but things are looking up.

I realized something else. I have a lot of !!! and () in my writing. I think I'm addicted!!!

During a Social Studies lesson today I was discussing with the class family ancestry and we were talking about where their families came from and I got a lot of different answers and none of them surprised me, except when a little girl said, "My family comes from New York." That I started to think. New York, while it's definitley not a country, is like no other place in the world that I've been to, and although I'm young I have traveled quite a bit. The big apple is a pulsing metropolis with it's own cultures and subcultures, classes, and even language. It relentless, sleepless, and quite fashionable. So the next time anyone asks me where I'm from I'll just say that I'm third generation New York.

P.S I'm gonna try really hard not to complain today because I was reading over my old posts and I almost threw up at how whiny I am. One of you should have smacked me a long time ago.