Kathy and I were invited to a Murder Mystery party this evening — strangely enough, I don’t think either of us have ever been to a party like this.
Usually, each guest has a role and a set of informational clues that only they know. At least one guest is the murderer; other guests try to piece together the clues, to discover who is the killer.
I was pleased to be among four guests who correctly identified the nefarious criminal. In retrospect, it was obvious that only one could be so cold-blooded and so evil, as to take the life of another human being (even one so universally deplored as Marv Ellis, saloon owner). Yes, the guilty one was my arch-nemesis, aka Dusty Rhodes, stagecoach driver.
The jewel in the crown of the evening was ranch-hand Tony’s amazing ability to chug a cream soda in less than 4 seconds, while the rest of the contestants were still finishing their first dainty sips. Truly an enjoyable party — and I got to drive the cute chambermaid home in my personal coach.
Great post! Thanks for coming – it was so much fun!
hahahhahhaha nice!
We’ve never attended one of these either – and I think it looks like great fun. We may have to plan one. I thought of hosting one at the chapel but figured it raise a few eyebrows.