The morning starts with four girls moving furniture around while still in their nighttime garb. A sudden desire to feng shui? Not quite. The occurrence of such drastic furniture rearrangement was due to something far more interesting- a murder mystery dinner party. I have always wanted to do one and got lucky enough to have five fabulous roommates that were all on board. A week prior to our mad decorating frenze we were gathered in my room hashing out the plans to what was going to be one of the most fabulous nights of my summer.

It was to be a Great Gatsby Speakeasy. Mobsters, silent film stars, mimes, jazz singers and blackmailers all gathered together in one room. With a ceiling to rival the night clubs of the time and an Italian meal that would have you thinking you were in little Italy Chicago, we set quite the scene. Playing puttin' on the ritz in the background truly added to the ambience. A Zetta Zarbo, the host, I welcomed all the guests in my best 1920's lingo and Chicago accent (which was cheesy at best, but it sure made me smile) and asked them to find their name tag and mingle. As the cocktail 'hour' wore on, everyone became more comfortable with their role and the evening really took off. Jordan played the part of Hal Sapone, my mobster boyfriend, and, boy, did he own that accent and walk around our living room like half of the men in the room were his mob puppets. Clues had been carefully labeled and sealed in envelopes to be opened at specific moments and we all did our best to put two and two together and dig up any dirt in order to find out the murderer and what their motive possibly could have been.

I couldn't have asked for a better group of friends and a better end to my summer in Provo.