A few evenings ago some of our friends here hosted a "murder mystery" dinner. (And you thought we’d just developed a sense of style…) That first sentence makes it sound like a "murder mystery" dinner is something that just happens on the spur of the moment. In fact, the planning took weeks (perhaps months.)
If you don’t know about "murder mystery" dinners, basically, it is a game/dinner which works much like it sounds. There is a (fictitious, of course) murder which has transpired and which must be solved. Each person has a specific persona that they take on for the evening. In this case, the setting was in the 1960s in England. Everyone participates in some scripted dialogue, some unscripted ad-libbing, and some uncovering of clues. The goal is to get information from the other participants and determine who most likely "killed" the unsuspecting victim (in this case Lord Michael Jagged). Everyone has a motive it seems; I thought my wife (Wiggy) was the killer. (I was wrong!)
When we first found out we were to be invited to this fun-filled evening, I was asked to take on a certain character: Terence Shrimp.
Here is how the character is described:
I thought that sounded great, so I said, "Yeah, I can do that." The folks who invited us looked at me with anxiety in their eyes and said, "Are you sure? You’re OK with that?"
"Why not!" I declared.
I didn’t realize that the word "camp" in British English has nothing to do with REI, backpacking, or S’mores. It has a different meaning entirely. Since I’m such a good sport (and enjoy wearing my wife’s sweaters–ha-ha!) I didn’t decline the role once I realized the underlying nature of being "CAMP". After all, somebody was going to have to do it.
I don’t think I need to fill in the blanks. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. The evening was quite enjoyable. My favorite part was listening to my Norwegian neighbor, Tomas, try to do an angry American accent (as political activist Martin X) that came out something like a cross between Ross Perot and Bono. It was very unique.
You’ll be glad to know that I wasn’t the murderer either. It was the _________ whodunit.
yeti speak... 
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