A friend and I went to a murder mystery dinner this evening. I didn't come close to guessing who the murderer was but we had a lot of fun. Part of the preliminary instructions included telling each of us to wear a name tag with a fictitious name. I was Lilly Luck and my friend was Chip Monk. Between courses we were kept busy interviewing each other, collecting clues and generally, at least in my case, getting more and more confused. We were also told, before the program, that one person at our table of eight was an actor/suspect. I did not guess who was the actor at our table. There were two people who were not with someone else. Their stories seemed plausible, but I figured one of them must be it. It turned out that the pleasant looking sixty-something lady across the table from me was the murderer. Her 'name' was Lucy Goosey. She did an excellent job of playing the reluctant audience member until the very end. I talked with her after the show and told her what a great job she did. I also told her that my real name is Luci and that 'Lucy Goosey' has always been one of my least favorite phrases. I dislike it intensely. I have a good friend named Susan who feels the same way about 'Lazy Susan.' Still, offensive name aside, it was a good fun evening.
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