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Murder Mystery Weekend Have you ever imagined yourself in a live game of Clue?? That is just the way it feels to be a sleuth in Thunder Bay's Murder Mystery Weekend. As the dessert reception begins on Friday Night, so does the murder, deceit, and deception. You and your fellow sleuths will search guest rooms, question suspects and analyze evidence to figure out the motives for the crimes. You may be visiting Thunder Bay Resort in the quaint town of Hillman, Michigan, but the crimes that happen here are anything but small town! The stories and characters change for each event. What you will find at each Murder Mystery Weekend is a variety of resort activities, great food, loads of fun and lots of prizes all in a beautiful Northern Michigan setting.
2009 Dates: Jan 2-4, March 27-29, April 17-19, Oct 30-Nov 1 We highly recommend you call as soon as possible.
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17 years minimum age  The Case of the Mixed Nuts That Meant Nothing A Michal Jacot Mystery When my wife Laurie and I heard about a Murder Mystery Weekend put on by Thunder Bay Resort in Hillman, it was just too good to pass up. A beautiful resort; delicious gourmet dining; and somebody gets killed! Three factors that make up an entertaining weekend in these parts. So we arranged for a babysitter willing to be tortured by our children for a weekend and made plans to go. Thunder Bay Resort is a drop-dead gorgeous place to stay, and they present murder mystery weekends every so often throughout the year. If you're looking for a great way to spend a weekend, this is the way to go. The first thing that caught our eye was a paper given to us at check-in welcoming us to auditions for Fear Factor . My mind being the steel trap it always is, I was totally confused. Laurie suggested that it's probably part of the murder mystery. Boy, nothing gets by her. Either that or a lot gets by me. After a nice dessert reception, we were introduced to the Usual Suspects. In this case, they are co-producers and eager contestants in this contestant audition for Fear Factor. Lets just say I'm glad I ate my dessert before they started their auditions, because these people had to eat the nastiest-looking, most vile stuff since Fox aired Michael Jackson's home videos. Okay, it was edible stuff disguised as nasty stuff, but it still looked pretty bad. After eating more desserts than I should have, the fun began. One of the co-producers left the room to find some paperwork; we fiqured this didn't bode well for him. Sure enough, a police inspector arrived shortly to tell us that the man had been murdered in his hotel room. Then we all got to search for clues to solve this dastardly murder. Ah, but we didn't just search the murder scene; we got to actually go into the rooms of the suspects. While they sat there watching you, you got to traipse around in their room and snoop through drawers and closets. I got to check peoples coat pockets, look through their personal mail, and examine their underwear. Thunder Bay Resort really should put this in their advertising as part of the perks of the weekend. Where else do you get to do this and not have it added to your permanent police record? Much of the weekend was spent rifling through drawers with wild abandon, like a gang of burglars who had had too much caffeine. Many of the props were... well, interesting, to say the least. In one room, Laurie found a box of condoms (extra-large, lucky guy!) with a mysterious note inside the box. Actually, I think she just wanted to see what an extra-large condom looked like; she sure doesn't see them around our house. Our group met again at breakfast the following morning, compared clues, mapped out possible scenarios, discussed theories, and came to the conclusion that we had no idea what any of it meant. We fiqured we needed to be more aggressive in our questioning of suspects. We needed someone sneaky, with no conscience, someone willing to twist a suspects words to suit his own schemes. Luckily, one man in our group was a lawyer. (Insert your own punch line here.) We assigned him the job of interrogating. At one point I volunteered the information that I had written a couple of murder mysteries, but when everyone's head snapped around looking at me with a hopeful "there's a savior among us!" look, I quickly assured them that I wasn't that good at actually solving them. We spent the day rooting through people's private things and saying "ah-HAAAaaah" and nodding our head in a knowing way at any new clue wed find, even if it ultimately meant nothing. "Look Laurie! The coffee cups in this room look just like the coffee cups in every other room!" (Nodding knowingly) ah-HAAAaaah. In one room we found a pistachio nut; in another, a peanut; and in another, an almond. Laurie and I just knew we had found a significant clue. The killer was fond of mixed nuts. The fact that we found them underneath beds and lodged into chair cushions where the best maid service in the world couldn't find them didn't deter us. Honey, look!! A pistachio! (Nodding knowingly) ah-HAAAaaah. Saturday evening meant some time off from amateur sleuthing to enjoy Thunder Bay Resort's spectacular gourmet dinner. They just kept bringing the delicious food and drink. Whenever you took a sip of wine, someone ran right over and filled your glass back up. I wondered how I would solve this murder when I would barely be able to stagger away from the table. But since I was having fun, eating great food, getting drunk, and not being tortured by my children, I didn't particularly care. They could name me as the murderer and it wouldn't have bothered me. Yep, I did it. More Asti, please. During dessert (a raspberry/chocolate/whipped cream/confectioners sugar thing that I knew was going in my mouth regardless of the fact that I had just eaten fourteen pounds of food), the inspector came running in, yelling that there's been another murder. Sure enough, one more suspect bit the dust. It was back to the hotel, more snooping, then it was time to figure out a solution. We came up with a solution that seemed to make sense, wrote it all down, and turned it in. The next morning we heard the results. Out of ten teams playing, we came in fourth, which caught me be surprise; I thought I was pretty clever by following the map to find this place, after all. And none of the weekend shenanigans had anything to do with mixed nuts. Ah-HAAAaaah. Laurie and I are now hooked on these murder mystery audience participation things. I'd recommend this one to any of you. Especially those of you with a penchant for clawing through other people's underwear drawers. You know who you are... Michal Jocot is an award winning playwright who has scripts available for community theatres. You can reach him at Michal Jacot, 606 Locke Street, East Tawas, Michigan 48730 or e-mail jacot@i-star.com. |
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