Bret Michaels was There

Last night my partner in mystery, Katie, and I went to our second professional murder mystery party (you may recall our first one).  This one differed from the first one, in that it had a wedding theme and only about ten people of a whopping 200-ish were assigned characters.  Katie let it be known to the (weird) powers that be that we wanted to partake in the characters.  They gave me the role of "cat lady," the aunt of the groom.  Katie did not get assigned a character, but I made her my honorary cat.  (The plots of these things are rather convoluted).

The event was held at a Serbian/American Hall (already hilarious, right?).  We met these two yokels, actors with the show, and one of them escorted us to our table.  You see they spared no expense with the costumes:

Also note the paintings of the presidents on the walls:

I have a habit of posing like the picture/sculpture/whatever behind me, and never fail to incorrectly replicate what they are doing.

As we walked to our table, I noticed this guy:

What was Bret Michaels doing at our murder mystery?

Throughout the evening, those of us with characters were called to the stage.  Note how in character my face is:

 That's me at the table, explaining some things to my table mates.

There's Bret Michaels again.

Somewhere in the plot, I got to turn Katie into my pet cat.  And here she is!

 Not a bad look for me:

I had the brilliant idea to bring a gift for the bride and groom.  I didn't think they'd actually open it.  It was a AAA guide for Illinois/Indiana/Ohio from 2009.

In the end, I was neither the murderer nor voted best actress (I was SO ROBBED!), but Katie and I did score this picture with the fake Bret Michaels, complete with really blue contact lenses.  He was excited that we were posing in front of Ronald Reagan.

I am already researching where our next murder will take place!