I was right about several things yesterday.
One, my afternoon involved drinking, so I did not end up running. We went to MDPL’s annual”Murder on Broadway” fundraiser. The premise was that a cereal spokesbunny (think…the rabbit on the Trix box) had been murdered and a host of other cereal spokespeople were suspect. There was Krunchy the Cougar, Mellow, the hippy selling organic, sugar-free cereal, Boggy the Frog shilling basil cereal that made your milk turn green, etc. The game started with a viewing of the crime scene:
Then walking up and down South Broadway, finding the characters in local businesses, and then questioning them until you figured out who committed the crime.
I generally feel little icky about “Murder Mystery Parties.” Murder is serious and gross and sad and scary, and not generally something to make light of. I mean, you would never throw a “Rape Mystery Party,” right? But it was for a good cause and that it was hokey and essentially about cartoon-like characters, I felt a little less skeeved. It was a fun way to check out some places I have never been. (I almost swooned when I walked into Beatrice and Woodsley and I will be there for brunch this Saturday.)
I don’t know why I’m being so link-y. Just feeling fancy, I guess.
Spending the rest of the afternoon with my book club book (The Leftovers) because the sooner I finish it, the sooner I get to start the new Steve Jobs biography.