Going back to last week, Zac and I ended up having a pretty fun Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. As of Christmas Eve morning we had no plans for the weekend. I was feeling a little blue, more out of boredom than anything. Groupon to the rescue! Zac was checking online for Groupon deals and noticed that there was one for a comedy show in La Jolla that night. He had also previously bought a Groupon for a seafood restaurant, also located in La Jolla. We called up the restaurant and sure enough, they were open for dinner. So we made dinner reservations and bought the vouchers for the comedy show.
We got to the restaurant, had a drink to toast Christmas and then got an amazing lobster/crab/prawns dinner for two. Pricey? Yes. Delicious? YES. Hey, if you can't splurge every now and again, what's the fun of eating out? After we filled our bellies with yummy food, we headed over to the comedy show which started at 9pm. I wasn't sure how many people would be there, honestly. I mean, who else besides us would be at a comedy show on Christmas Eve? A lot of people are either at church or spending time with family and friends. Although, now that I think about it, I suppose they could have had a full audience comprised of non-Christians, atheists and anti-social types.
It turns out there are about 25-30 other people that go to comedy shows on Christmas Eve. Sure, the place was only a quarter full, but we were all there ready to have a good laugh and enjoy our night. The size of the audience made for great fodder for the comedians, and we all laughed loudly and often with a strange sort of camaraderie. I think we were all grateful for each other's attendance. Certainly the staff and performers were gracious and thankful. I mean, it was a Saturday night - what I would assume to be a usually big revenue night. But because of how the holiday fell this year, the place was a ghost town. So I'm glad that we were there to contribute to their coffers. The comedians were hilarious and my cheeks hurt by the time we left. I'm really glad Zac saw that Groupon.
Christmas Day we went to see the new Mission Impossible movie and then went out to Buca di Beppo for supper. Yes, we ate out two days in a row. I'm okay with that, but my hips aren't.
We went out for New Year's Eve last night with Zac's friend from A School and his wife. (The couple that had us over for Thanksgiving.) We went out for sushi at their favorite sushi place, which was awesome! We will be going back there for sure. I'm salivating as I type about it. So, so good. After dinner we went to their friend's house for a party. Earlier in the day when we were making plans for the evening with them, they told us that their friends were having a trailer-park, white-trash murder mystery party. Eh? Zac and I had no idea what the heck that would entail. Our friends seemed a little worried about how this party would go, so they assured us that if things were too strange that we'd head over to a nearby bar.
When we walked into the party, it was like walking into a Twilight Zone episode. The other eight guests were dressed up in costumes. Most of the women were dressed in things like white tank tops with black bra straps showing, tacky make-up, fake tattoos, beer-can curlers in their hair. The guys were dressed up too, in assorted outfits for their specific characters. They had strung up Christmas lights with blue painters tape, there was laundry hanging from clotheslines in the house, pictures of scantily-clad women leaning against cars and trucks hung on the walls, and a few lovely strings of Budweiser cans, hung by the chimney with care, completed the look. (Yes, I understand how incredibly un-PC this was.)
So the party was a murder-mystery party. If you aren't familiar with the premise, it's a game where everyone is assigned a character and is given a biography of who that person is and how they relate to the other characters. A member of the party is "killed" and as the party/game progresses you are handed different pieces of information that you're supposed to share with the group (all in character). At the end of the night everyone tries to figure out which of the party guests is the murderer. The other party-goers had been given their characters in advance, hence their costumes and fully developed personas. We, on the other hand, had just jumped into the deep end of the pool. I played Zac's overbearing mom, which was mildly awkward but HILARIOUS. I constantly ran interference between his character and the "hussy" that was trying to corrupt my sweet boy. (Again, I don't usually call someone a hussy when I've only known them for three minutes, but that's where I found myself last night.) Zac's character was the sweet, local mechanic that everyone loved. He played it as a sort of Bobby Boucher-type. (From the movie "Waterboy".) He used, "My momma said . . ." regularly which always cracked everyone up. He was awesome.
The four of us were handed biographies of our characters. I thought to myself, "This is really weird, but I can play along." I was worried about Zacfaux-southern accent and interacting with people he had never met. Turns out he had a great time and played his character really well. I was really happy that he had a sense of humor about the whole thing. Once our friends saw that we were on board with the party, everyone relaxed and the murder-mystery party kicked into gear. It was strange because my character was supposed to be very judgmental and downright nasty to some of the other guests. It's uncomfortable being rude to someone you've never met, and I found myself breaking character to apologize quite a few times at first. (I apologized again at the end of the night, just to make sure.)
The hosts cooked up tater tots as a late-evening snack, with the "fancy" Heinz ketchup which caused everyone to laugh. We finally figured out who the murderer was just before midnight struck. The night had flown by. We had a blast. It was strange, yes. But it was unexpected fun, which is cool. We stayed a little longer to watch some of the New Year's tv programming and then headed home. As we left, the hosts and other guests told us how happy they were that we came and were willing to play. It was an interesting, and enjoyable, way to ring in the New Year.
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