I just came up with this plot so I now it might be a little rough. Just tell me what you think, be honest but not rude.

The sun was falling out of the orange sky into the blood red sea. Water danced and mirrored the sun, blinding anyone who looked straight at it. Sweat trickled down Dylan’s face and spine, moving boxes into his new dorm was hard work. College officially starts in a week but now is the time to move in and start a new life.

“Is that the last box?” Mark, Dylan’s roommate, pointed to the cardboard box labeled “books”.

“Yes, I believe so.” Dylan replied as he took his box into the building.

“Of course you leave me the heaviest box.” Mark muttered under his breathe. He bent down to pick up the box and took it inside with a lot of huffing and puffing.

Mark dropped the box in front of the dorm’s doorway and kicked it into the room, next to all the other stuff. He then flopped down on a bean bag chair and moaned like he was dying.

“If you were going to act like a big baby I would have brought that damn box in myself.” Dylan said as he stepped away from the only window in the dorm. He put his hands on his hips and tried to picture were they were going to put all their crap.

“Man, I think we brought too much sh*t.” Mark stated, looking around the room but not making a move to get up.

“You can say that again…… Well, we can either unpack now and eat later or eat now and unpack later. Which sounds better to you?”

“Dinner, no doubt. My stomach is going to turn on itself any second.” Mark said and jumped up from the red bean bag chair. He laced his fingers over his stomach and leaned forward acting like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Ok, stop the dramatics and you’re buying.” Dylan walked out and Mark followed with a smirk on his face, he loves getting under people’s skin.

Blue Moon Bar and Grill was packed. New and old students bleed together, creating a mess of bodies. Laughter hovered in the air, music from the speakers overhead were whispers in the wind compared to the chatter.

During the chaos and the push into the glass doors Dylan and Mark separated. Dylan got on his tip-toes glancing over each head determined to find his friend, but Mark was one in many that had short brown hair. Mark became the needle in the titanic sized hay stack.

“Over here! Dylan, over here man!” Mark shouted using his hands to project his voice through the noise surrounding them.

Dylan spotted him at the bar; he was sitting on one stool and had a lean tanned leg on the stool to his right. Mark was waving his arms around high above his head with such speed. He could have landed a plane in the middle of the bar with those moves.

Dylan dove into the crowd, he was pushed, stepped on, and yelled at but he made it to the bar. “I need a drink, now,” was all he said when he sat down.

Mark nodded his head and shouted to the bar tender, “two shots over here!” Moments later two shot glasses slide down the bar to them. The amber liquid was topped with white foam. They clicked their glasses together yelling, “Freedom!” at the same time. The whiskey was bitter and warm but it hit the spot.

Dylan relaxed a little after his second shot. Letting the liquor take over his body. He scanned the many faces in the bar trying to see if he knew anyone. All the faces were strangers; everyone was laughing, yelling, kissing, or texting. He rescanned the room and his eyes locked on one person. He didn’t know her but he wanted to.

My friend can’t do a chin-up/pull-up. He was wondering if I knew of any way to help him get to that strength. So I told him what I thought might help – but he didn’t believe that it would work.

My hypothesis is : I have the bar in a doorway, you know.. the Iron Gym removeable one – I told him to get his head above the bar by standing on something, and then I would move the chair. All he has to do is keep his head above the bar for as long as he can. And then drop down. Then repeat later… Would this work?

I sort of asked a similar question but I need to word it better;

Which would you choose?

1. Up North- 4 hours away from my family, 8 hours away from my fiance’s family. (Everyone in both families goes up north at least once of year.) We’re all outdoor/hunting people.
Pros: Lodge/Reception/Ceremony on the same grounds (.00/night), club is closed within gates so driving is minimal. Golf course, archery/shooting range, skeet and trap, beach, fishing, hiking, four wheelers, dirt bikes, boating. Family will most likely we taking a weekend off because of the drive, so there will be plenty of things to do together, since we don’t see my fiance’s family- they live in Ohio, we’re michigan. Food is wonderful and is only -/plate, but without alcohol- which they charge al lot for.

Cons: Not as formal as I’ve always wanted. People will be slightly separated during reception- main ball room (fights only like 9 tables), a bar room off the side completely by it’s self, and the slightly higher room with only a large doorway to see out into the ball room. If it rains, there is no where to have the ceremony in a appropriate place except next to the fire place with wild game on the walls. (We don’t really want to get married in a church.) Also (Everyone tells me this is no big deal, but I think it is) when we’re done eating, we’d need to get rid of the tables (which we’ll need to rent) to clear for the dance floor.

2. Venue near my home. Pros; Alcohol is included with price/plate (33.50), hall will set up and take down decorations- they told us to just show up with our stuff and come back for the wedding. They will provide chairs, linens, scarfs and little white lights, china, silverware, cake cutting, glass to enclose any centerpieces we choose with candles, 5 1/2 hour bar, champagne for the bridal tables, chair covers, and table. Also- they someone on staff who makes cakes at discounted rate. Ceremony will take place out through the ball where they have a gazebo and they set up the chairs and provide clergy for 0 extra. If it rains, they will move everything inside for no extra cost. Owner coordinates everything on the day of the wedding, right down to providing a card box. She’ll work with our band, photographer, etc. AND my aunt and several friends were married there to attest that this place is actually real, lol. Reception hall has More than enough room to have the dance floor free from tables, and has a stage for the bridal party and then the band.

Cons: Lodging is probably 40-50 dollars more per night off site. Price/plate is somewhat more expensive. (30.55 although that includes everything mentioned above, including alcohol) People would have to drive from the reception to they’re lodging. Depending on when people choose to arrive from Ohio, we might not get to spend extra time with the family.

Some things to add- my fiancee and I aren’t able to contribute much. We have credit card debt, still paying for an apt, and a little bit of school loans and we’re going to finance the honeymoon. But we’d like to pay and upgrade the bar and menu to pick up some of the cost, and if we meet our quest list quota, we’ll pay for any extra friends we may have.

Final note- My parent’s are the only ones paying for the actual wedding.

So, if you were us- which would you choose? We’re leaning towards the place closest to us, because it’s more convenient and we both love the hall.

I have recently purchased an Iron Gym pull up bar for my doorway in my dorm room. I had already measured my doorway and realized that the bar won’t fit because it’s not long enough. I’m gonna be doing chair assisted pull ups, so my whole body weight won’t be on the bar. I’m wondering if it would hurt for me to make my own cross bar so that the bar will fit in my doorway. What do you think?

The bar fits up to 32 in doorways, but I’m gonna have to make a bar that will fit my 38 in doorway.
I don’t want to do anything that could get me hurt, but this is my best option here at school.

My family room was originally a one car garage. Let’s call the walls A, B, C and D; the shorter walls are A and C. A is a solid wall except for a closet on the left end of the wall. To the right is wall B. There is a window on the end up against wall A. Just before the window ends below it is the left end of a fireplace. A second window starts just before the fireplace ends. This configuration takes up about 2/3 of the wall. The last third is just wall. The third wall, C, has a section parallel to A about two feet wide but then justs out at a diagonal to become a wall shaped like a bay window with three sections, each with waist to ceiling windows. The far side of C angles back into the room ending with another 2 foot long segment parallel to A. The fourth wall, D, is solid but where it meets A there is a doorway into the kitchen which is a step up. Any ideas on where to place sofa, chairs, 32" TV, etc? Thanks!

I just moved into a new house and am having difficulty placing my furniture and now a christmas tree. The front door opens and you can walk in a straight line to the kitchen, on the right of you on your way to the kitchen there is the door to the bedroom and a flat wall all the way to the kitchen. on the left is where it opens out, just a square room with a large window next to the front door and another large window on the left wall. so it’s like walking into a square with half of it cut off if that makes sense? a pic would be better but i don’t have one. i have 2 couches, a large coffee table looking thing where my tv stands, a nighttable and the christmas tree. i can’t put anything on the wall by the front door as you’d have to walk around it after coming in because of the placement of the bedroom door and the kitchen doorway. help! (if any of this made any sense or if you have any tips on placement. thanks!)

Night fell on a cold April 21st in a town about seventeen miles south of the centre of Manchester. Adams walked into ‘Nakata’s Sushi Bar.’ The warm air from the sushi bar hit Adams in the face like a right hook from Mike Tyson. But it felt good. Three people had to barge past him to get in whilst he stood in the middle of the doorway for a few seconds, taking in the heater’s warm air.

He took his normal stool up at the bar. Same stool every Wednesday, everyweek for seven months. Adams had a good routine going. Monday, ‘Simon’s Deli,’ Tuesday, the snooker hall, Wednesday, the sushi bar, Thursday, ‘Gianni’s Pizza,’ Friday, the strip club, Saturday, ‘The Bull’s Horns’ pub, and Sunday, at home with a bottle of sloe gin.

‘Good evening Mr Adams, how are you this evening?’
The voice was a familiar one of the chef.
Adams nodded, ‘Good thanks.’
He was in no mood for banter with everyone today.

Ten minutes later he was digging into a mountain of Salmon Skin Rolls. They were okay, nothing special. The food had certainly gone downhill since he first visited back in October.

Across the room he noticed one of the three people that push past him at the entrance. Adams assumed they had all come together, but this man sat alone. Maybe he was waiting for somebody. He seemed ordinary, no distinctive features. He must have been in his early thirtys, short messy jet black hair, medium height, medium build. The man was dressed in a smart black shirt; three buttons undone, showing off a silver chain around his neck. Probably fake. His shoes and jeans matched the shirt and his hair, dark black. Adams noticed there was a two centimetre by two hole in the man’s jeans at the left knee. A bit odd he reckond, considering the smart-ish attire.

Adams did this scan in less than three seconds. No threat. None at all. Adams had done enough of these scans to conclude that. Then he turned back to his food and finished up his salmon skin rolls, contemplating his day whilst sipping on a cup of coffe. Black, one sugar, the same as always. His attention quickly turned back to the man across the room again. Twenty-three minutes had past since Adams had done his analysis of him. He realised that the man hadn’t ordered any food, but thought nothing of it. But now, thirty-three minutes after walking through the front door, he had company.

A woman, younger than him, most likely twenty-four or twenty-five. She was fairly pretty. Long curly blonde hair and green eyes, but way to much make-up for Adams liking. She wore a light blue dress that came down exactly half way between her waist and here knees. Black tights underneath and two inch high heels.

They sat for what Adams counted as forty seconds talking. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, no-one could. They obviously didn’t want anyone to know what they were saying. Maybe a private matter.

After a breif chat, the man left ten pounds on the table. Way to much for just a pint of bitter, but the rest was a sort of apology for waiting for half an hour and then leaving without odering any food on a fairly busy night. They left in single file. The girl first, then the man with the hole in his jeans.

Just another one of the hundreds of scenes Adams saw everyday. Five minutes later, Adams slapped fifteen quid down on the bar, gestured a goodbye to the staff and left, heading for home.

Usually he would have walked the journey, but the cold made his body force him ino the car. A 2001 Renault Laguna. Nothing special. It just blended into the surrounding area. Three minutes later he was home to his flat, if you could call it that. Adams lived in a two story flat behind a Chinease takeaway. But it had a nice sized lounge and kitchen upstairs and a couple of rooms and a bathroom downstairs, plus a garage built into the building. Everything Adams needed and a bit more. He walked in through the garage door and headed straight for the boiler to change the heating to continuous. It was at least minus one degree celcius outiside. Extremley cold for that time of year.

With that done, Adams kicked his shoes off, fixed himself a gin and tonic and fell back into his sofa, reading his book, sipping his drink. The book was called ‘Destiny’ by a bloke caled Chris Morter. It was a bit tacky, no where near the good books he had read, but he percivered for fourteen pages before he nodded off.

He woke at seven twenty in the morning, fairly late for him. A quick body check and he decided he didn’t need any more sleep and so he sat up on the sofa and tuned the tele to channel eighty-three, ‘Sky Sports News.’

The presenter was talking to a columnist about the previous evenings rugby. Adams did not care for rugby, so he left the Television on and decided to jump in the shower.

He emptied the pockets from the jeans he was still wearing from yesturday. Keys came out of the front right pocket, mobile from the front left pocket, wallet from the back left and loose change from the back