Last night, the non-profit I work for hosted its annual board dinner. This has historically been a rather dry and boring event, but I was in charge this year. So we livened things up a bit with a 1920s murder mystery.
I wrote the mystery myself (which was quite the literary undertaking!). I based the plot and characters loosely on "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald (minus the drinking and swearing and other "inappropriate" behavior).
I tried to create the atmosphere of a 1920s dinner party with lots of feathers, pearls, cut glass and white linens. We had jazz and dance music playing during dinner and even a few vintage cars out front as guests arrived. Many people came in costume, which added to the evening. I even managed to come up with a costume from a few local consignment shops that accommodated my growing belly. (My husband was a character in the murder mystery - that's why he's wearing the funny glasses.)
Overall, I think the evening was a great success! No one solved the murder, though, so I must have made it a little too mysterious. . .
This morning my husband surprised me with a mystery of my own to solve! Today is our 6th anniversary, so I have to piece together clues I've been receiving throughout the day (including a motive, getaway vehicle and "weapon of displayed affection") to figure out what he he in store for us tonight. We'll see where we end up!