The Setting: Spicer Castle Inn (aka "Sir Roger's Wealthy Estate circa 1936")
The Occasion: HR's 33rd party (aka "Sir Roger's Dinner Party")
The Guests: HR and AL (aka "Actress" and "Rock Climber"), KM and PO (aka "Billiards Champ" and "El Doctor"), NL and B (aka "Jeiress" and "Financier") and of course BM and me (aka "Golf Pro/Lawyer" and "Personal Secretary to Sir Rogers")
When first approached with the invite to attend (as part of a surprise birthday party for my good friend HR), I was hesitant, yet curious. Curiosity obviously won out, and we called the castle to book our room, selecting an *ahem* economically friendly charmer of a room in the Inn known simply as "Amy's Room," complete with the claw foot tub, situated rather conspicuously in the corner of the room.
Our official "dinner invites" followed shortly thereafter, with only a hint of a description of our characters and suggestions for attire. As "personal secretary to Sir Rogers" my suggested attire included "granny glasses" "a steno pad" "a lace collar" and generally "conservative dress." Brian's attire suggestion was a little more straight forward, with the option for a "golf look" or a suit. I got to shopping, and scored a perfect steal at TJ Maxx, finding a hideous blouse (shockingly by Ralph Lauren), complete with a high ruffled collar and bow around the neck, for $7. Good old RL was originally asking $70 for the monstrosity, which means I got it for 90% off. So yeah. SUCK IT RL! And also? As you can see, I can do basic math! Yeah Public School Education! I found a cheesy argyle sweater and flat golf cap for Brian, for under $15 for both. Finding these steals took the better part of a Sunday afternoon, so I was happy that our collective 'looks' were a hit at the party.
I admit, I was a little worried about the upcoming mystery evening. Was I supposed to create a back story for myself? Did I miss some email with additional details? What if I looked silly? B's response to all, in this order were "no, relax", "no, relax" and "of course you will. that's part of the fun!" He was right. I needed to chill. When we arrived at the castle, our guest of honor was happily surprised, and all attendees came dressed in their part, sporting their own minor insecurities about the evening (much to my comfort, and admittedly I was glad to see I was in good company with my worry), and none of us quite sure what to expect.
Let the games begin! I won't go into too much detail, as I don't want to spoil the story for any future Spicer Castle Murder Mystery guests, but I will share some of the logistics. The murder mystery dinner took place entirely around the dinner table, and throughout the span of a 4 course meal. We did not move room to room, which in hindsight makes sense (it's a dinner, after all), though many of us thought we might be moving about for the game. The event was fueled by a series of clues revealed across several 'rounds' that corresponded with a dinner course (Our particular game was also fueled by several bottles of wine). The clues included instructions about what had to be disclosed in each round (and what to keep secret!). What I found particularly intriguging about the murder mystery game is that it can accommodate up to 40 players. We had 8 players, and it took us about 3 hours, so I can only imagine the logistics involved in a game of 40!
But I digress. The events and clues are "supposed" to be revealed through our collective careful sleuthing and logical question-asking, but mostly we went around the table reading our clues in overly dramatic voices. We started to get the hang of it, more or less, in later rounds. Yep, we got the hang of it, all right. In fact, we were SO brilliant that exactly ONE of us solved the murder correctly (...that would be my 'boo' B of course!)
All in all, the murder mystery dinner was a success, as was the "after party" in HR and AL's cabin, where we continued to imbibe and play a rousing game of Telestrations into the wee hours of the morning before calling it a night to grab a little shut eye before our massive breakfast (to round out the 2nd "b" in the whole B&B experience) the next morning.
To summarize: "Participate in a murder mystery dinner party." Check! One item down, twenty four to go. Whew!
Here's B and me at the "pre-party" celebrating HRs b-day in one of the guest rooms. I don't know WTF is up with that ridic face I'm making. I made it all night. I think it was my "conservative secretary face. But mostly I just look constipated. Which I wasn't. TMI???