A Family Wedding Weekend (AKA The Sign of Three the home game)

So last weekend one of the the hubbins cousins got married in a swanky area of Rhode Island.  Several mysteries abounded that weekend including but not limited to the following: what happened to my pants? Where is Aunt ___?  Whose in jail?

Right so we’ll fast forward to Friday night’s stag/hen night.  We pub crawled to the couples favorite bars.  You know much like Sherlock and John had a drink in every street where they found a body.  If only I had Molly Hopper calculate my booze consumption to stay in the sweet spot all night….maybe I wouldn’t have needed a new pair of pants (jeans) the following morning.  Because you guessed it I pulled a Sherlock (him in the flat) me in the parking lot of the hotel.  The only thing missing was me flailing about yelling “I know ash!”


But for all I know that may have happened as I was spouting on about Sherlock most of the night leading up to my needing the new jeans.

"Don't tell me I don't."
“Don’t tell me I don’t.”

Yet, thanks to the genius of my hubbins (making me drink water and take advil),  I was up and ready to take on the wedding day…once I scored new pants.  But before we left in search of said pants.  My hubbins had a riddle for me…he wanted to know if I could figure out what three of his relatives had in common.  I got it on the third try…they were all in jail!  No one knows the whole story here.  But let’s just say they got out and made it to the wedding.

It isn;t a wedding weekend until someone lands in the slammer.
It isn’t a wedding weekend until someone lands in the slammer.

Which brings us to the final mystery of the weekend…where was Aunt __?  Damn near close to death.  But lucky for her and all of us there’s a medic in the family.  So while she missed the wedding I’m happy to report she’s still very much alive.  Much like James Sholto.

"I believe I am in need of medical attention."
“I believe I am in need of medical attention.”

Now I know what you might be wondering IF you’ve seen The Sign of Three…so whose pregnant?  No one that I know of.  But we shall see what if anything comes in nine months won’t we?