Halloweenies

My oh my how the time flies... I totally dropped the ball so here I go with all the catch-up!

Halloween was totally awesome and totally heartbreaking at the same time. Patrick and I were invited to a Halloween/30th birthday party (the weekend before Halloween) of a friend of his that works in one of his customer's offices. We spent the whole day of the party (last minute, classic us) looking for things to put together Harry Potter and Hermione costumes. I was rooting for us to be Mario and Luigi but it was too hard to find overalls and far too late to dye them. No, I didn't want to be one of the princesses because I really wanted to wear a mustache! The costumes worked out well. We splurged on a $30 Harry Potter scarf for Pat to wear since we couldn't find a tie in the appropriate colors, and got him a black cheapo cape onto which I stitched a paper cutout of their school logo (sorry, didn't read the books.. it was more of Pat's thing) that we printed at home. At Target we found a little boy's Harry Potter costume cape for me, and picked up some official wizard wands and round spectacles for Pat. i curl the holy heck out of my hair to give it that 'Hermione' Poof... but of course it falls into perfect waves by the time we get there... leaving me to look like some cheapo school girl who couldn't come up with a better costume. But oh well, there's unlimited sangrias. So far, so good.

We get to the party and whoa nelly is it amazing! Yetzina, the birthday girl, had turned her backyard into a crazy gothic looking party. There was a huge tent set up with long tables and huge candelabras and portraits of people that changed into monsters at just the right angle. Why this girl isn't an event coordinator full time I have no clue. She nailed every detail!

Ok... so insanely long story short (since I know you're reading this waiting for the heartbreak part), we meet these people, another couple who are totally nice and great to talk to... but then after a while Patrick and the totally beautiful girl hit it off and spend most of the night just sitting there talking about evvvveerrrrrryyythinnng... and I feel pushed off to the side and ignored (oh cmon, he's my husband, a little attention puhlease!)... so of course I get upset about it but don't show it until we've left and the whole weekend turns into a huge fight (on my part, yes, I'll admit that now) because I felt like Patrick basically fell in LOVE (ok, like) with someone else. Ok guys, you should've seen her... freaking gorgeous! And smart! And really in the end, I couldn't even dislike her! But, once my 3 day anger spree settle, Patrick was able to convince me that he simply thought she was interesting and didn't realize that her husband and I weren't really part of the conversation. I forget that men can't multitask. And I forget that I totally overreact about things that involve a tinge of jealousy. Oops.