Saturday, September 05, 2009

Murder Mystery Party

Last weekend, I turned 30. Instead of letting the moment pass me by, I decided to throw a party. A Murder Mystery Party. It took a lot of preparation (cutting, pasting, imagining, assigning characters, shopping, decorating) but I think it was worth it. We had a blast. It was a 1920's Mobster theme - the party took place at my (Rosie's) Speakeasy. While everyone was having a great time, a murder occurred. Can't tell you who died in case you ever play. Then we all had to figure out whodunnit. Can't tell you whodunnit either.
Props - I printed these covers of 1920's Life Magazine and glued them onto Dwell Magazines.
Rosie's bulletin board - with notes from the likes of Al Capone and Jane Green.


The party takes place during the prohibition.


Bernie Bootlegger and Notorious Nick




Southside Sal and his girl, Natalie




Cheif Cameron and Mugsy Malone

PI Pinkerton and Cy Ramsey

Rosie Marie and Kitty

The dead guy


Diva Dina and Natalie

The whole group
If you ever get a chance to host or attend a murder mystery party, I highly recommmend it. We bought the game online and can definately use it over again to host other games in which Jon and I won't play. Two pieces of advice: 1. You may THINK you have enough beer, but you won't. People drink like crazy during the prohibition! 2. Plan ahead for the "gun shot". Shoes being hit together does not sound like a gun.

3 comments:

The Sommermeyers said...

So fun and creative!!! Wish I could have been there. I probably would have worn a wig :)

baby havin babies said...

the naoto wig? wish i could have been there too. especially had erika been there wearing the naoto 80's rockstar wig. happy birthday you old broad!

Kendra said...

Oh how I wish you two could have been there....but alas, you live in deserts thousands of miles away. Erika - what ever happened to that wig? Oh, and what ever happened to Naoto? The craziest thing - I dreamt about him last night (before reading these comments) - he was just the 10 year old we used to know in the dream. Saying "sonkara, sonkara." Oh, the joy he still brings...