Hawaiian Luau

On a crisp, cool evening a few weeks ago, we dressed up for a murder mystery dinner party at our friends Jen and Harry's house. They are great hosts and cooks, and our group of friends really gets into it and makes it hilarious. It was fun to see how much our acting and detecting skills have improved since the first party in January. Here is a picture of the boys: a scuba diver, native king, surfer dude (with a snowboard), and bumbling tourist.

We girls were an heiress, native hula dancer, pampered supermodel, and golfer.

I think that as soon as we saw Jen's wig and my shell bra, we knew Isaac would have to try them on.

Per tradition, the murderer must take a walk of shame around the neighborhood along with two people of his or her choosing. I was chosen for the second time in a row, although I must say it is much less embarrassing to walk around someone else's neighborhood in the dark (even with a glowing chest!) than it is to walk around my own neighborhood in the daylight!