Updatey

I think this post is mainly updates

Gym:
Obviously the air was very, very heavy yesterday as I could barely bench 85 lb (same as last week) and 90 left me pinned to the bench with all the gorillas standing around laughing me. Abs are as stealthy as always.

House:

Nothing! I obviously picked the wrong house to describe the decorations of.

Marking:
Gah! my head!

Part 1 of 7 of Iggy's story.

The party or the the bar where the four of them started the evening was rather empty when they showed up. They had a couple drinks, they talked. Other people showed up, including the most drop dead handsome guy, Iggy had.ever.seen. He was the kind of good looking that smacked you from across the room, the kind of looks that don't require any affection in the eye of the beholder to appreciate. He was a marine with 3 of his friends (also marines) and, as there were 4 girls, it was somewhat inevitable that the 8 of them should end up chatting.
And, somehow, as the party or bar was still a bit dull later on, it made sense that they should head out to another more interesting place.
Iggy lived near by and Iggy owned Tequila. The choice was obvious.