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in i MminlnGntnhtiinit tar bik c > Neone eise of the murder. Around the table we went, pointing fingers, reciting evidence, drawing conclusions. You might expect, none of us had the right person. I‘ll leave it a mystery in case you get to play the same game sometime. But it was loads of fun, and getting to play a boorish, arrogant doctor was the icing on the cake for me. "Ub, say, Rick," said one of the guests between dessert and coffee, "you played that role beautifully. That was Dr. Blackman wasn‘t it, for a while there I was wondering if you were really like that." "No, no," I said, liar, liar, pants on firse "Uivistle m As the game ended, each someone else of the murder fingers, reciting evidence, ¢ who was playing the éflfi;fil:t;:)“muld shove told the host her dress was as passe as her cig: accused the lawyer of being such a, such a, we o Una nerann T wusc 12 Lte 1 "", APoC pPupie, RAPOILY know me. One person I was meeting for the very first time. Do they realize I‘m just hamming up Dr. Blackman, or do they really think Rick Campbell is a pompous ass who‘s soon going to spoil the entire evening for everyone?" Oh, what the heck, you‘re in neck deep now, why let up, I said to myself. And so, on I continued, through our scrumptious dinner (hmmm, I thought, the person in the kitchen turning the baked potatoes is mighty handy with that fork, could she be the murderer?) I chastised the politician for his lowâ€"life habit, mdiculed his young wife for seeing an analyst, told the race car driver he couldn‘t spell LQ., barked that the Eypsy (remember who was Blavini the shorommel cccgqlco °T o PRZF ®U°°C, "stened to the instructional tape from Max l'n;self introduced our roles, and started firing questions at each other. This, before the shrimp cocktails ever hit the dining room. Then, it happened. I had no such instructions, no guidance, didn‘t do it to throw people off. But at the spur of the moment, / decided that my character, Dr. Thomas Blackman, was going to be the most obnoxious s.0.b. known to man. Nobody else knew that, and it provided a few good laughs to start the evening off. But then, every time I was addressed, I started into this Don Ricklesâ€"styled insult parade that was catching people offâ€"guard. Then, it hit me. These people; hot these charscters hilt Fhacs mus=l. tuens ckman » _ _ O‘ "A6 "ar. pants on fire. "Strictly Dr. lackman." lcanhardlywnittomakemynenhouseeau. Second Class Mail Registration Number Published every Wednesday by The Fairway Group Incorporated 215 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. March 20, 1991 Waterioo Chronicle COs mome es AnRsndid: After a round of chuckles and guffaws at the various outfits and makeâ€"up (full marks to everyone), we tore right into the game, listened to the instructional tape from Max himself, introduced our roles, and started firing questions at each other. This, before the shrimn enckizile avashis in 40 25 C8 I had an outâ€"ofâ€"body experience Saturday night. Relax. It happened at a seance. And the experience was more outâ€"of: character than outâ€"ofâ€"body. Hey, who are those guys in the white coats coming at me? Hey, get your hands off me, let go, unhand me you cretins. Well, at least give me a few minutes to write this column before you take me away. Now, the seance wasn‘t a real seance, if there is such a thing. But my wife and I were invited to take part in a home version of Max Haines‘ Murder Mystery, and her role as town gypey/forâ€" tune teller (what goes around just keeps going around) was to bring four couples together for a seance in an attempt to fit the pieces together from a fiveâ€"yearâ€"old unsolved murder, What the game (it‘s our game, the evening was a collaboraâ€" tion) is, is a fun way to get a group together for a dinner party/ evening out with a different twist. And to that end, it was delightful, wonderfully hosted by Laurie and Pete and enthuâ€" siastically played out by all couples. A great way to meet new people and also help break up the late winter blahs. At 7 p.m. Saturday, the guests began arriving for the seance in the quiet Waterloo residential neighborhood, sending neighbors scurrying to their calendars to see if they had slept in and missed Halloween. Up the driveway we came, Eypsy, doctor, lawyer, politician, former debutante, and goldâ€"digger, to be greeted at the door by the swilling socialite and a wayward noâ€" gooder cum race car driver. Well, hey, it sure bests Hockey Night In Panai« PAGE A4 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE it‘s fun to be â€" an arrogant boor Once in a while ‘ character) could shove her hocusâ€"pocus, 8 was as passe as her cigarette holder, and ‘being such a, such a, well, such a lawyer, , each of us was responsible for accusing nipdar (Avcuc dn ral ie 7 : THAT‘S LIFE Pok Câ€"pl . 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