A'Marie By The Sea

A man is dead.

A party is held in his honor.

Everyone has a motive.

Everyone is a suspect.

Tonight I attended my first Murder Mystery party. I highly recommend this to any group that wants to commit and have a great time. I went in with no expectations and it ended up being one of the most fun things I've done!



A group of my friends decided that we should attempt this idea. My friend, Erika, took the lead and made this night epic. We dressed the part. I, myself, was a man named Cy who's uncle had just been killed. We each received a packet of information about our motivations and objectives for the night and had to make choices based on those things.

My Cy was an aspiring business man who looked out for his family, was ambitious if a little dim, and had a slight Boston accent. My girl, Kitty, was played by my friend Marguerite, and let me tell you! We were a damn fine couple.

Everyone was committed to having a good time and not taking it too seriously. Though two of our female characters did get into quite a shouting match, it was all in fun. They were laughing as much as screaming insults at each other. It didn't matter if we broke character or went off track for a bit. None of us had done this before, there was no pressure to make this Oscar worthy.

Still, many performances were quite spectacular.

As this was a bar setting, we had drinks and bite sized foods (lots of potatoes!!).

And partway through the night there was another murder. The drama!!!

We all were given money to make bribes and solicit information to help us figure out who done it. I'm not very good at swindling, so I did not win the  prize for fattest wallet of the night. That's okay though, since I did receive an award.


Best performance of the night!! I'm very proud of that. Seems like my life choices aren't completely off. I think my surprise, completely unscripted proposal is what sold it. It was not written anywhere that my character was thinking about or going to propose, but I had a lovely ring sitting at home and I brought it with me in case the mood struck. Well. . .


You can see how that turned out.

We ended the night with the murderer brought to justice, after only one person guessed them correctly. All of us want to do this again. So maybe something diabolical is still lingering in the air around here.

Until the next time. . .

Lindy Hop Valentines Dance

I am not a dancer, though that's not for a lack of trying or opportunity. I was put in dance classes as a kid. Ballet, tap, jazz, Irish step dancing - I've attempted them all. It was just not something that stuck for me. I'm a bit too clumsy, my balance is a bit too off.

Yet, I love it.

I love moving, following the rhythm of the music and my body. It may not be Prima Ballernia material, but it's fun! I'm in that slow process of learning that it's not having the best technique that matters - it's the amount of enjoyment I'm getting out of what I'm doing.

I've always been afraid to be the fool; to let my silly shine through. It's something I'm working on and that means trying things outside my wheelhouse. Like, perhaps, a girls' night of swing dancing.

A friend of my had gone to this . . . event? Club? Get together? I'm not sure what to call it. She had a great time and invited us to go with her this week. Since it is Valentines Day weekend, there was a theme. We overruled that theme for our own. Galentines Night.

My goal for the night was to have fun, hang with my friends, and dance like no one was watching. I feel like I succeeded! After a brief lesson on the basic right left back steps that make up the style, we b-lined it straight to the center of the dance floor. The night was ours and no one was going to stop us!

Since it was the four of us (a perfect even number for two person dance couples), we traded off after each song, perfecting our moves and only slightly running into each other when we twirled. It was a night of laughs, twists, and a good bit of sweat that I can wait to repeat again.

The moral of this rose-tinted story is that if I let my fear of looking foolish rule me, I would never had agreed to go drancing, or stayed a wallflower all night while my friends had a grand time. This was a sashay forward into a life of less fear.

No regrets, just love (for my own bravery).

P.S. ~ Always bring a water bottle. You never know when a place won't have water bottles or glasses available and if you are going to be dancing about in a hot room full of people, you need to stay hydrated! Thank you to the waitress at the diner we ran to for staying on top of our water refills. We tipped!

It's amazing the power water has over humans. We need it to live. It quenches our thirst, it feeds us, it is a source of travel, and it makes up most of our body.

It makes the world stop.

As a born Floridian, it's always a bit odd to see how people react here in normally sunny LA. It's an "EVENT". The news plays constantly; floods, mudslides, road closures. People panic - "How will I get to work?" "Are the schools closed?" "Does my dog need rain boots?!" (Side note: I would totally buy my animal buddies rain boots and a jacket to match.)

While I'm not saying it's all unwarranted, most if the time it's all a bit . . . nonsensical.

I've been sent to school in a tropical storm. My school did not have indoor hallways. I don't have much sympathy left in me.

Even so, I love the rain. It's creates an atmosphere like nothing else; a gray happiness of being wrapped in a cozy blanket with your hands cupped around a steaming mug, listening to the rain hit the glass of your windows.

I do not get to spend every rainy day that way, and now that I live here in California they are even fewer and farther between. Still, it remains something that always brings a bit more joy into my day.

Just don't ruin my hair, then it's on.