Have you done a murder mystery? This was my first and it won't be my last, but before you open a new tab to Google it, let me tell you how it all went down...
Living Social Deals offered Unique Event Atlanta for $29, so we got a bunch of girls together and rode deep...we made reservations (you have to, to sit together). This is what we met walking in the door (door: far right by the window), tables of groups in a huge loft to embark on the adventure with us. 
When we got there, a serial killer had already committed two murders and we got to 'CSI' the crime scene, gathering info and taking notes....and yes, that is a complete crime scene and this is the other one...
The killer would leave Bin Laden type videos complete with clues, gloat and corny evil laughter, and they would play intermittently throughout the evening. The clues would tell you something about the murders, when, why or how someone was killed.
We were separated into groups of 9/10 crime solvers and instructed to split up and get involved in various cast conversations. The cast would carry on regular conversation with each other as if you weren't even there, then you got to interrogate them about the conversation or about anything else you think they might know...(which wasn't always much)
This gist is: they had all gotten an ominous post card inviting them to a secret gathering, they didn't know why or who would be there but all promised to be revealed. Two couples and three singles showed. They talked, they argued, they fought and drifted in and out of conversation and you were left to piece the puzzle together. Then things started happening. Some man, Steve, was cheating on his wife with his secretary, the wife found out on video! Hair was pulled, pants were yanked back on and there was lots of screaming, running, slaps, kicks and threats of murder.
The philandering husband sulks off to lick his wounds, but not before being handed two wierd packages, one from his scorned wife and the other from his neighbor who tells him that he needs to get a 'Hoe Manager' app to keep up with all his side chicks. After all the guys excitedly checked Google Play store and were disappointed, we were left to ponder the remarks until we heard an explosion, a thud and poor philandering Steve lay dead by the steps.
His side chick secretary runs to his side and stays there crying over her love all night before the body was taken away...She was sure that bitter wife Carrie had done it!
But wait! a development? The neighbor's girlfriend is pregnant and word is, the dates don't match up...the truck driving boyfriend wasn't in town for conception!***enter ominous music here***
Meanwhile, elsewhere, ridiculously awkward stabbings are happening in broad daylight and wife Carrie and Secretary girlfriend are having themselves a good old Mexican standoff for cheatin' hubby Steve's insurance money.
"Girl! She gotta gun" say onlookers, but its too late...
Wife Carrie (African American actor in purple striped top)
Secretary Girlfriend runs back to the safety of her chair avoiding the bullets...
But the Secretary got gun too! She shoots with proficiency, hits her mark and becomes the sole beneficiary of the insurance policy!
But wait, why is there a dead dude on the ground? Well, when you find that out please let me know, I missed that part of the convoluted program....
But wait, who killed the two people in the crime scene you were talking about? Bailey, the construction worker who was psycologically and irreparably damaged when he walked in on his girlfriend servicing many men.
The killings? Electrocution by cell phone and stabbing with an icicle....inventive...
By the end of the night, all questions are answered and killers revealed and the whodunit comes to a close. The winning group (they were the first to get the most questions right on the questionnaire) gets Tshirts and we leave feeling like we did something. The cast tried, and for their 2nd week out, they did a pretty good job, when its refined you should go check it out. As for me? 3 out of 5 stars, a pat on the back and a tip to get a decent bartender.
Next stop? Agatha's Atlanta Murder Mystery Theatre on Peachtree Street! Wanna come?
