Sweetheart Mystery Dinner Dance. What can I say? The dinner was edible. I believe the caterer over extended himself by trying to work four jobs in the one night. The food was rather bland, except for the dish I thought was Scalloped Potatoes. It tasted like someone had mixed in some cod liver oil. There was no dancing for me as DH was busy playing cashier, most of the evening, for those who won the auctions. The live band didn't play anything worth listening to. I couldn't figure out where the "mystery" came in. The entertainment was improv theatre which was funny if you like that sort of thing. Audience participation consisted of writing out a statement on a card, to be read and discussed by the actors, and applause. My statement was read out incorrectly which was rather disappointing. Our table mates all left early in the evening. They all had good reasons; an hours drive to get home, sick children, etc. But that left me sitting in the lobby, knitting socks and chatting with a bored security guard for hours. So, basically, there was no annual Valentine's photo, no auction wins, no dancing, no mystery and no sweetheart.