|No sign is complete without Eddie's raccoon stick (look to the left)|
And so began the great murder mystery dinner party that S had gifted to me at least five years ago. After years in the making, my house transformed into a speakeasy owned by Hal Sapone aka Eddie, called The Grand Gatsby (no, not The Great Gatsby. That's Fitzgerald's speakeasy).
What speakeasy is complete without a little decoration?
|Everything everyone needs to solve a mystery.|
|Gatsby and casino|
Turns out, I knew nothing. There were some fun twists. I found out the next day that there was some more murdering that was supposed to happen but someone doesn't read instructions (meaning Eddie) so the final murdery stuff didn't happen. That was fine. We'd had enough mystery for one night. Who won? S and S! Who lost? Everyone else.
|Revelations from a right-hand man|
|Clearly innocent faces|
|Crime boss and some other guy's dame|
|The singer and the baseball player/jazz musician who are also great cooks|
|Our grandmother is so proud.|
|Mess with them|
|Again, makin our family proud|
|Some final findings|