A little more decorating, and a day of food preparations.
Then the party. I was supposed to be the head honcho for "Margaritaland", so I had to give a welcoming speech to get the party started. I would have to say that the amount of fluids consumed definitely hurt the general populous' ability to make a decent guess at who the murderer was. Oh well, maybe next time.
Up late, games, grub, goodies.