Murder Before Dinner

On Friday night I went out with some friends to a murder mystery dinner. It was a fund raiser for the parish school. Yes, that would be the same school that I’m now on the advisory board for, but I planned on going before that happened.

Now let me tell ya something – I love mysteries. I read them from the time I could read. Everyone knows it is never the obvious person. In retrospect, however, I should have realized that if there are 4 actors running the show and 2 get killed off, the odds are, it’s gonna be one of the ones still standing. Therefore, not going with the obvious choice meant I didn’t win, although my friend, Mr. T, did win.

Then there were the raffles. I’ve seen this before so I knew what to do. You buy the tickets and then put your tickets into the little bags representing the prize you want to win. Except when they announced the prize and then read off the number, I sat there staring at the number for a few minutes saying, “Wait. Is that my number?” and then said, “But I don’t remember going for that prize. How could I have won that?”

Okay, so I didn’t win hundreds of dollars or that really cool Broadway weekend that included a show and a hotel stay but I’m gonna be buying $25 worth of baked goods from a really good Italian bakery.

After I claimed my prize and sat back down, I was thinking, “Hmmm… did I drink too much wine and forget what prizes I was trying to win? Nah! That’s just plain silly. Plus, I did the whole ticket thing before the wine.”

All in all, it was a much better evening than the one where I got to be a horse, twice, that came in last place both times.