Having spent a week watching me mope about, my dear husband wanted to cheer me up. Or maybe shut me up… how much moping can a guy take? In any case, he treated me to an evening of dinner theater last night. We didn’t get home until early this afternoon.
No, the show wasn’t that long.
Having secured the babysitting services of the divine Gungaboy, Technogeek surprised me with a night at a swanky hotel, followed by an in-room massage in the morning.
All together now—you know you want to say it—Awwww.
So I was in a much improved mood this morning as we were strolling through downtown Seattle, intending only to exchange an ill-fitting gift at a department store and grab a mocha. Unfortunately, our path took us right through a gauntlet of protesters holding signs decrying the “Israeli occupation of Gaza.”
Now you might be wondering, “What possible effect could a bunch of protesters in Seattle have on the endless, pointless conflict in the Middle East?” I cannot answer that.
You might also be wondering, “Why don’t those protesters point their accusing fingers in the faces of Hamas, which rewarded Israel for pulling entirely, completely out of Gaza with unabated violence and continuous rocket fire at civilian targets?” I can’t answer that, either. Or maybe I can.
Across the street stood a lone counter-demonstrator. He held an Israeli flag aloft and shouted “I stand with Israel!”
A protester shouted back, “Go home!”
Another protester shouted, “Death to the Jews!”
At that point, Technogeek’s grip on my arm tightened and he steered me down the street at a swift pace. “Don’t engage those people,” he told me, which is funny because that’s what I always tell him when he looks like he’s about to haul off and deck some idiot making an ass of himself on the street.
Isn’t that what marriage is all about? Keeping each other out of jail?
Safely in the car, we were discussing our theater experience and lamenting the lack of murder-mystery dinner events in our town. TGeek said there might be a company that will stage one of those events at your house.
Then I had a great idea. What if we had a party with a planned murder mystery component, but we didn’t tell our guests it was going to happen. We would just let them think a real murder had occurred, and wouldn’t they be surprised and delighted later to find out it was all a game?
It was TGeek’s opinion that said guests would be Not Amused and would in fact Never Forgive Us. And now, to find out the truth of the matter, we must have a poll.
| If your party hosts staged a murder and let you think it was real until the “crime” was solved, how would you feel? | |
| I might actually murder said hosts with my own sweaty, shaking hands. | |
| I would pretend to laugh it off while secretly seething inside. | |
| How droll! How tres amusant! | |
| I’d be on to the scam as soon as the “detective” with the twirly mustache showed up. | |
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