It wouldn't be Halloween around here without a Murder Mystery party.
This year's bash, hosted by the lovely Hollie and Nicole, involved a 20s mobster theme.
I have to hand it to our friends -- they really go all out when it comes to this sort of thing.
Everyone dressed to the nines.
I, on the other hand, looked more like an 80s aerobic instructor than the wife of a mobster's accountant.
Let it be known that Reece changed into his suit in the driveway of our friends' parents' home.
They don't call him "Greasy Thumbs" for nothing.
I don't know what that means, but I promise I didn't mean it in a gross way.
Things I learned from taking a trip back to the 20s:
*Italians ruled the world
*I wouldn't be very good at extorting information out of people
*Reece looks funny with slicked-back hair
*I think I'm allergic to feathers
It was a hoot.
Next year I'll try not to look like an 80s aerobic instructor, unless the murder mystery is set in the 80s.