Snows and Shows

Well, it’s been a few days since I’ve interacted with the blog world. You’d think I was off having a marvelous life somewhere. :)

Kevin’s prayers were answered. It snowed in Sacramento on his birthday. Really. It did. I took him to Old Sac to see a mystery dinner theatre show. As we walked the wood-planked streets of Old Town, we happened upon a snow storm. It came directly from the balcony of an old general store and floated onto the street below. There was already a blanket of white snow on the ground surrounding the store when we arrived. Local children were playing in it gleefully while their parents watched from a distance. It was all very marvelous. We’re still not sure exactly what the snow was made of, but it looked very authentic. Kevin said so himself.

The mystery dinner show took place on the Delta King, an old boat docked on the river. Earlier in the day, Kevin, not knowing our plans for the evening, made me promise him that “whatever happens, please don’t embarrass me.” “NEVER,” I replied. We were running a few minutes late and I still had to pay for our tickets. The lady at the box office was just closing shop and told me we were lucky to catch her. I told her I was SO glad she hadn’t left because “it’s his birthday.” “Oh really?,” she said. Then she reached under her desk and pulled out this big, bright, glittery purple crown for Kevin to wear. Kevin smiled politely but, when the woman wasn’t looking, glared at me. On the way down to the dinning room, Kevin ditched his hat on the stair well.

The whole experience was very different than I expected. I expected it to be a little more serious (after all, it was about murder and crime) and a little classier. When we arrived in the dinning area, there were four tables, each holding 10 people. Our eight table-companions were very loud, boisterous, and friendly. We were instantly slapped on the back, made fun of, and initiated into the group. As soon as we arrived at our table, a waitress named Dottie, wearing all kinds of dots on her clothing, walked up to Kevin holding his abandoned purple grown. She cocked her brows and said, “Did some wittle birthday boy forget his wittle crown?” She then placed it on Kevin’s head and our table gave him birthday salutations. So much for not embarrassing him!!

The whole evening was very funny. We laughed and laughed. There were three murders we had to solve, all of them involving a central plot. We had to figure out the perpetrators and the motives behind the murders. We guessed two of the perpetrators but missed some of the clues. We had a good time. Kevin said he was somewhat uptight after the purple crown fiasco but, in the end, said he’d like to go back and do it again. Just probably not on his birthday. ;-)