A good murder mystery party brings back the same feeling of "Hey kids! Let's put on a show!" with one major difference: we didn't charge Uncle Charlie a quarter to come watch us in the back yard. We also didn't hang mom's good bedspread over the swingset, though I have to admit it made for a mighty fine curtain.
In spite of not having a flowered bedspread curtain showcasing our act, we sure did put on a good show! A lovely woman who runs a local community theatre was kind enough to lend the ladies ball gowns and frippery while the men, well, hmmm, the men. Let me tell you that the men strutted around in their pointy leather cowboy boots that they swear they forgot all about in the back of their closets and gee, when was the last time I wore these, honey? It's been years, why I plum forgot I even had these. Oh suuuuuurrre. And if lying doesn't keep you awake at night, go ahead and tell me another one, pardner.
Here are the highlights of the evening:
Is it me or are big bushy moustaches making a comeback?
Now you listen to me, little lady...
Not to worry, Sheriff Sam is on the case. Or is he asking for a bribe? Hard to tell