A couple of weeks ago we celebrated my 30th birthday.
And what better way to end a fabulous decade, and to honor my twenties, than to host a party centered around the "roaring twenties".
After a couple months of planning, and some diligent scouring of sale items and decor I set the scene for a perfect night of mystery and intrigue.
I served cold beer and cocktails from coffee mugs.
Played 20's music over the speaker system.
And posted WANTED signs in various places.
All the invitees were assigned a character to which they had to dress and act the part for.
Some flappers, gangsters, dirty cops, actresses, waitresses, a scandalous Mayor, politicians, police chief and some molls later... and you had the perfect mix of people to play out a murder.
There was a whirlwind of scandal.
Lies.
Betrayal.
And jealousy.
The evening unraveled just like it was supposed to.
With an occasional cat fight between actresses and suspected adulterers, as well as some money laundering between reporters and the Chief of Police.
Since it was also my birthday, I decided that in order for the murder to occur, we would have to have the lights go out... but not be too obvious.
So I had the Hub make a speech, and thank everyone for coming. Then, we sang "happy birthday" and cut the lights.
{BANG!! BANG!!}
Insert screams, and gasps.
Nick {played by the Hub himself}, the Notorious Mob Boss of the North, had been shot and killed!
With Molly {played by yours truly} by his side to weep for him.
After evidence was collected, it was presented to the guests who then had to make a guess about who dunnit. And let me just say, it was not easy to decide who murdered Nick.
I myself, did not make the right guess.
Out of the fifty guests who attended, only six guessed the right killer!
Who in fact, turned out to be the Chief of Police of all people!
There were awards given for best dressed.
Best actor. Actress.
And an award for obtaining the most money throughout the evening.
After a span of four hours of some prohibition liquors, fake cigarettes, and hors d'oeurves... we concluded with a group shot.
It was the perfect ending to a most memorable evening.
Below are some pictures to highlight the hijinks.
Good friends. Good Family. Good Times.
And good golly, Miss Molly!
you huge.
{38 1/2 week belly pic}
After a couple months of planning, and some diligent scouring of sale items and decor I set the scene for a perfect night of mystery and intrigue.
I served cold beer and cocktails from coffee mugs.
Played 20's music over the speaker system.
And posted WANTED signs in various places.
All the invitees were assigned a character to which they had to dress and act the part for.
Some flappers, gangsters, dirty cops, actresses, waitresses, a scandalous Mayor, politicians, police chief and some molls later... and you had the perfect mix of people to play out a murder.
There was a whirlwind of scandal.
Lies.
Betrayal.
And jealousy.
The evening unraveled just like it was supposed to.
With an occasional cat fight between actresses and suspected adulterers, as well as some money laundering between reporters and the Chief of Police.
Since it was also my birthday, I decided that in order for the murder to occur, we would have to have the lights go out... but not be too obvious.
So I had the Hub make a speech, and thank everyone for coming. Then, we sang "happy birthday" and cut the lights.
{BANG!! BANG!!}
Insert screams, and gasps.
Nick {played by the Hub himself}, the Notorious Mob Boss of the North, had been shot and killed!
With Molly {played by yours truly} by his side to weep for him.
After evidence was collected, it was presented to the guests who then had to make a guess about who dunnit. And let me just say, it was not easy to decide who murdered Nick.
I myself, did not make the right guess.
Out of the fifty guests who attended, only six guessed the right killer!
Who in fact, turned out to be the Chief of Police of all people!
There were awards given for best dressed.
Best actor. Actress.
And an award for obtaining the most money throughout the evening.
After a span of four hours of some prohibition liquors, fake cigarettes, and hors d'oeurves... we concluded with a group shot.
It was the perfect ending to a most memorable evening.
Below are some pictures to highlight the hijinks.
Good friends. Good Family. Good Times.
And good golly, Miss Molly!
you huge.
{38 1/2 week belly pic}
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