Like the title says, it's dinner and a show! It's actually a great idea! The restaurant is located on the second floor of a pub/restaurant called Fat Tuesdays (appetizing, isn't it?) and it's all cozy and dimly lit with lots of lamps and curtains and big comfy booths. It looked just like a scene out of the Clue boardgame.
There's a cast of seven actors and two crew members, and they engage the audience in an interactive murder mystery performance. I know what you're thinking: "I hate when people come into the audience." But this was different. The audience has to help the inspector figure out "who dunnit" and why. There were cheesy and melodramatic moments but it's really easy to get into it and I had a lot of fun.
They made a lot of Ottawa jokes. Exhibit A
Inspector: Maybe you shot Mickey by accident! You exchanged angry words. Things got physical. Before you know it, the situation has escalated too quickly! You pull a gun and accidentally shot him!
Stutters (that's the suspect's name): You really think I could shoot someone twice in the back by accident?! Who do you think I work for? The Hull police force?
This was met by a lot of yukyuking from the audience.
There were also a lot of general jokes that I thought were pretty clever. Exhibit B
Mickey: I've really turned over a new leaf! I've gotten a job with a company and now I'll never be unemployed again!
Inspector: That's great, and what company do you work for?
Mickey: Nortel!
Exhibit C
Inspector: Take Shay for instance! He used to be on the streets, stealing old valuables from others and pawning them off for money. Now he works for Ebay!
And my personal favourite: Exhibit D
Inspector: [with gun pointed at criminals] Not so fast! Take one more step and there'll be so much lead in you, you'll think you were made in China! [He turns and looks directly at the table where I'm sitting with Kitty and another Chinese girl] No offense.
Everyone spun around in their seats and stared at us. I was so tempted to say, "I'm from Michigan." It's not everyday you get to make a Mean Girls reference! But I decided not to steal the show and just smiled and waved.
In addition to all this splendid murder mystery fun, there was singing and dancing. There was a table full of evidence that I never got to see. There was always a crowd of old people who got really into the show and were trying to pick apart the evidence. I was not about to battle it out with granny to see a forged bloodstained letter.
Highlight of the evening: I ordered my first alcoholic drink! It's called a Fat Tuesday's Hurricane. I actually completely forgot that I could order drinks until the waitress pointed out the drinks menu to me, which then led me to realize
Disappointment of the evening: I had forgotten to bring ID!
Crisis averted: I decided to just go for it and order. Wonder of wonders! She didn't ask me for ID! You know what that means? I look 19! Living breathing proof that I have matured and now radiate eminence and sophistication. Look out, world!
My drink was awesome! To be fair, I didn't really taste the alcohol and Kitty thinks they gave me a virgin one, which kind of brought down my party. But I still think this is an auspicious moment. Even if it was virgin (which I refuse to believe), it was a symbolic gesture. Besides, it was pretty! All I really wanted as my first legal drink was a pretty drink with lots of colours. This one started off orange at the top and turned red at the bottom with a nasty maraschino cherry and a lemon wedge! It was tasty tasty goodness!
After the show, we decided to go have dessert (because a 3-course dinner just doesn't cut it, you know). We each ordered a giant slice of cake, since dessert cafes have become a bit of a trademark of my birthdays. There's no Demetre's in Byward Market, so we made do. It was pretty satisfying but now I think my arteries are completely clogged forever. Success? I think so!
I definitely need to hit the gym tomorrow, or at least think vigorous thoughts about the gym. Yeah, I think it's going to be the latter option. If I don't make it back for Reading Week, it's probably because I got stuck trying to get out the door.
And so concludes my birthday festivities. 19. NINETEEN. Just getting a feel for it. I think I could get used to it.
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