Moider (sic) Mystery & Driver's Ed

Saturday evening was the most fun I've had in ages. We attended a 1920's murder mystery dinner party, all 8 of us had made the effort to dress up as our particular characters. I had it fairly easy - playing a reporter doesn't require much in the costume department. C had his own version of plus fours and a junior golf putter from toys R us and a red bow-tie! He put on a toffee-nosed accent which suited his character perfectly.

I can report that I wasn't the killer and no one actually guessed who did it but that might've had something to do with the wine. The whole evening was a complete hoot - there are pictures but I'm not going to be posting them!

Driver's Ed, hmmm wonder if Utah teens actually pay any attention to it. Now we live a couple of blocks away from a high-school and I know from bitter experience that you don't drive past at lunch-time as you are likely to be side-swipped by some vaccuous airhead on her cell in the SUV daddy bought for her. However - this morning - way before lunchtime I watched two teen drivers almost kill themselves. The guy in the burgandy volvo estate kept swerving from lane to lane and his friend in the black beamer was egging him on. The driver of the white nissan in front of me probably needed to change his trousers judging by the sideways evasive manouvre he pulled. They need to tighten up the driving test (ha!) the word test probably shouldn't be used in this context - a gnat could pass the damn thing. Of course once they've reached their quota for passes that day the examiners won't pass anybody else - no matter how well they drive. In my humble opinion driving a car is a privilege not a right. In Germany when you take the test you get four chances to pass and if you muff it the fourth time you can't drive - ever!