Friday, June 03, 2005
| Murder on the Hot Dog Express Tomorrow night I’m throwing a Murder Mystery Party! If you have never been fortunate enough to partake in a Murder Mystery Party, you don’t know whatcher missing! Everyone gets an invitation in the mail that gives them a character description. They are required to show up in costume and act as though they are the character that they’ve been assigned. Kelly and I are hosting the party and we will take on characters of our own. Since it’s a 70’s themed party, we will dress in hippie type clothes (which means lots of patchouli, hemp necklaces, and dirt on our faces) and serve drinks and appetizers throughout the game. My characters name is Larry “Purple Haze” Lightfoot. No. For real. Kelly says that name sucks, but the best she could come up with is either “Tilda Radner” or “Stone-la Wall”. We’re BOTH going to have to scramble to do a better job than that. The game itself consists of four rounds of play; during which each of the characters reveal clues about themselves. At the end of the game, all realize that one of the people at the party is the killer. The winner is the person who correctly guesses who the killer is and why they did it. Could it BE any more awesome? The theater queen in me is screaming with joyous delight. I’ve tried to plan this party 3 times before, but each time it fell through. At this point, if people cancel on me, I’m totally dressing up as all of the characters and acting out the game of myself. And yes, I will keep the super cool prize that Kelly and I have purchased. Fun, fun, fun! I especially love hearing the messages from my friends who have been calling non-stop with worries about what to wear and how to act like their character. My typical answer is “stick your fingers in your puss and the answer will reveal itself.” Makes a lot of sense, no? In other news, I make these appetizers called “Hot Dog roll-ups”. Yeah, it’s the most creative name I could come up with and you love it. Anyways, they are cut up hot dogs that are rolled up in crescent rolls. Then you bake them for about 13 minutes and when they’re done, they’re brown and warm and look like this: (), but horizontal, not vertical. You understand. These roll-ups are a favorite among my friends and lately, Paul has been addicted to them. I made them TWICE this week and I’m planning on making them for the party. I even came up with a new dipping sauce that’s totally fucking good. Unfortunately, after eating 15 hot dog roll ups this week, I’m about to puke at the thought of them. But I guess that’s good. More for the friends. Wait…did I just take up two paragraphs writing about hot dog roll-ups? Whoa Joe. Whoa. Look at the rhyme I just came up with! It’s totally surreal: If gays are gays and gays are straight, then bi’s are bi and bi’s I hate. But I don’t really hate bi’s. I hate tri’s. Cuz that’s just sick. Alright, I’m out of here for the day. Yeah, being fake Jewish….it’s totally the best. I get to leave my job at 1pm every Friday. And the worst part about it? I don’t feel bad for you for having to stay until 5pm. Cuz really, what the world needs is less cry babies. SLAP! Don’t worry, I slapped myself for you. Take care! |
