Murder Dinner

Friday, October 22, 2010

We were invited to a Murder Mystery Dinner party, neither one of us had been to one before, knew how it worked, or how it might pan out. Since we had only hung out with this crowd one other time we were hoping that personalities wouldn't clash and we'd all have a GREAT TIME!

This is how the invitation read: (Aubrey did a wonderful job in designing the invitations)

The Honor of your presence is requested for Halloween weekend at the Castle Von Morgue, in Deadbolt Transylvania in honor of the Engagement of Neville Aster-Night to Lizzie Bordeaux

To my dearest friends both living and dead, It is with ghoulish pleasure that I announce my engagement to Lizzie Bordeaux, the mistress of the Motel California. I will be throwing a weekend bash for Halloween at my castle, which will culminate in an engagement party the likes of which has never been seen in Transylvania. No doubt most of you already know each other, as we travel in the same circles and haunt the same crypts. I promise food, fun, and terror for all. I've even put in a special order fora a dark and stormy night. So, cancel whatever other plans you might have because I will not take "no" for an answer. I guarantee it will be a night to die for! Eternally, Neville Aster-Night

The entire night, including drinks, appetizers, and dinner was Fabulous and absolutely mouth watering.

The Guests included eight characters, each required to dress up and act the part:

Aubrey: Lizzie Bordeaux. This gothic and enigmatic woman hails from the south of France. Rumors that she hacked her parents apart with an ax as a child are all unsubstantiated. Besides the murders happened while her parents were on vacation in Texas and the weapon was a chainsaw. Regardless, Lizzie has had to fend for herself since her youth and learned the cutthroat ways of business. A sharp and incisive woman, and never one to mince words, she's carved herself out a slice of the Transylvanian dream. Now, she's the respected owner of the Motel California and is engaged to Deadbolt's leading citizen, Neville Aster-Night.
Tyler: Hannibal Schecter, is the world's only documented kosher cannibal. It all began several years ao after he heard that unforgettable lyric by Balihi, "Some Enchanted Evening you may Eat a Stranger." and he did precisely that, and hasn't stopped since. Following the strict dietary laws of his faith has always been a challenge for the hypnotically charming maneater - especially because most of the people who deserve to be eater are either swine or bottom feeders and therefore off limits. Still, he's made do, and has risen to the occasion in high style. Always dressed at the height of classic fashion, Hannibal can often be seen escorting tasty beauties to funerals, wakes, and other society functions. Not surprisingly those beauties are rarely heard from again.

Sarah: Glumda, the Wicked Witch of DePressed. She comes from the armpit of OZ; a place far from the glamour of the Emerald City. In her mountainside village of DePressed, the scarecrows won't dance, the lions won't sing, and even the munchkins are in therapy. Always jealous of the other more prosperous enchantresses, the Witch spends much of her days casting spells of mischief to pass the time. She rarely leaves her remote fortress except to engage in her hobby of mile-high acrobatics on her broom. Feared and respected, Glumda is a statuesque woman with a piercing gaze, pale green complexion, and fingernails that could gut a grouper with a single thrust.

Lucas: Balihi, the RogersAndHammerstein Monster. Constructed from body parts of various and sundry individuals, he is a little bit country and a little bit rock-and-roll - but mostly musical theater. Within weeks of his reanimation, he was accepted to Julliard, received a degree in decomposition, and has been known to terrorize hapless villagers with smarm show tunes until their brains explode. His works include "Graveside Story", "Eternally -Damned Yankees," and "Cats." Balihi is quite the ladies- monster; women adore his stylish, diamond-stud neck bolts and level head. While many women have tried to nail him down in marriage, he always broke loose before vows were exchanged.

Stan: Asthmadeus, the Prince of Dimness. The younger brother of the Prince of Darkness, was never cut out for life in Heck. For one thing, his chronic respiratory condition simply can't handle the heat, and secondly, he's deathly afraid of the dark. In fact, he's rumored to sleep witha nightlight in his cavern -- hence he has been dubbed "The Prince of Dimness." Of course, that not the only reason for the title. The junior prince has never been accused of being the brightest flame in purgatory -- but what he lacks in brains, he makes up for in boyish good looks. Well versed in all forms of decadence, the Prince spends his life party-hopping the world in his silver Rolls Royce (his brother got the gold one). Often seen with his close friend and confidant, Balihi, the two have been known to cruise the crypts for undead babes.

Aubrey #2: Angela Deth, DDS. It is believed that early man's leading cause of death was dental trouble, and Dr. Angela Deth wants to bring back the good old days. This beautiful dentist is famous for putting her patients under -- sixe feet under, that is. The vivacious Dr. Deth earned the admiration of ghoulkind when she perfected the Intergenerational Root Canal. Although she was given the electric chair several years ago, she was mysteriously saved at the last instant by a black out and escaped before the power came back on. Now, she roams the world, performing random acts of dentistry on poor unsuspecting citizens. Angela's favorite patient is the Mummy of King Aldrinktotat, whose 3,000-year-old teeth are a psychotic dentist's dream.

Jeff: The Mummy of King Aldrinktotat. Three thousand years in a tomb can really cramp your style-- so when he was uncovered 20 years ago, the Mummy left Egypt and has never gone back. Since then he has stalked the globe, painting the world red in search of a good time. Madness, mayhem, and wanton destruction often follow in his wake because, hey, this bag of bones knows how to party. Always well-dressed in designer linen strips, the Mummy is welcome in hotspots everywhere. He is also a celebrated author -- his self-help book "Life Begins at 3,000" was on the best-seller list for years. True, he has incredibly dry skin, but the babes don't seem to mind that he's a little bit flaky.

Me: Aretha Garlique. The effervescent Aretha Garlique is renowned the world over as the flamboyant clairvoyant, able to speak to departed souls over the ethernet. She has done seances for royalty and heads of state, and has aided the FBI, and Scotland Yard in tracking down murderers by contacting the dead themselves to get eyewitness accounts. She's channeled hundreds of men from Elvis to Alexander the Great, who, after having him, turned out not to be so great after all. Because of her supernatural powers, she is feared and hated by the undead, which is why she always wears garlic around her neck. The proper way to address her is Madame Garlique.