For those of you who were a little confused by my Twitter and Facebook status updates this evening, allow me to explain. As I wrote last year, Anna and I are in a murder mystery book clob sponsored by our local library, and our December meetings have been murder mystery parties. Last year, I ended up being the killer, and this year I was the victim. The setting was Prom Night at Fairfield High in 1959, and I was the quarterback of the football team, president of the student body, and about to be crowned Prom King (of course, yes, it is truly believable!), along with Karen, I mean Anna, who was the head cheerleader and Prom Queen. Over the course of the evening, I reveal how much of a scumbag I really am (no comments from the peanut gallery) and end up getting killed by arsenic laced chewing gum before I can even accept the prom king crown. Fortunately, I didn't have to lay on the stage for the later acts, so my lines were few and my effort minimal. But it was fun nonetheless.

So, David, I wasn't dropping acid, and that, Sean, is what I was on about. Can't wait to see what happens next year!