Marcus is a dear dancing friend of ours from Ames/and then later Cedar Rapids.
I met John and Marcus on the same night, and it is only through fate/good luck that I ended up with John instead of Marcus.
Marcus did administer the best pick-up line I've ever heard though.
I met them both at a costume party at a ballroom in the middle of a cornfield in Iowa. Aubrey (my roommate) and I wore our bikinis and grass skirts to the shindig. About 30 seconds after we walked in the door, an handsome devil (Marcus), wearing a white suite, with red bow tie and cumber bun waltzed (literally) over to me and said, "I can't believe we wore the same outfit." And then simply walked away. It was later that I learned that this was the legendary Marcus, of whom I had until then only heard rumors about.
John and Marcus became friends through dancing. When I moved to Iowa City and Marcus moved to Cedar Rapids, the three of us would do bi-weekly breakfasts at the TickTock.
Marcus can usually be found in a swanky club with martini and cigar in hand. Or drinking lots of green beer at Saint Patrick's Day events.
Everyone should celebrate International "How The Heck is Marcus Day" based on the fact that he is a right fine chap, worthy of such accolades.
I am scarily terribly honored to have a such a day in my name. I think we could save some people some trouble by moving it to January 29th, my birthday, then people could find out how I am twice in 1 call instead of having to ask again a week later.
I'm guessing this event in my name means Joni misses me terribly and is thinking of leaving John for me, but since John and I already have a twisted love triangle, I dont' think it will work out. But I will bring the beer, just in case.
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The Story of Marcus Clarkus
Marcus is a dear dancing friend of ours from Ames/and then later Cedar Rapids.
I met John and Marcus on the same night, and it is only through fate/good luck that I ended up with John instead of Marcus.
Marcus did administer the best pick-up line I've ever heard though.
I met them both at a costume party at a ballroom in the middle of a cornfield in Iowa. Aubrey (my roommate) and I wore our bikinis and grass skirts to the shindig. About 30 seconds after we walked in the door, an handsome devil (Marcus), wearing a white suite, with red bow tie and cumber bun waltzed (literally) over to me and said, "I can't believe we wore the same outfit." And then simply walked away. It was later that I learned that this was the legendary Marcus, of whom I had until then only heard rumors about.
John and Marcus became friends through dancing. When I moved to Iowa City and Marcus moved to Cedar Rapids, the three of us would do bi-weekly breakfasts at the TickTock.
Marcus can usually be found in a swanky club with martini and cigar in hand. Or drinking lots of green beer at Saint Patrick's Day events.
Everyone should celebrate International "How The Heck is Marcus Day" based on the fact that he is a right fine chap, worthy of such accolades.
Much too much honor for me.
I am scarily terribly honored to have a such a day in my name. I think we could save some people some trouble by moving it to January 29th, my birthday, then people could find out how I am twice in 1 call instead of having to ask again a week later.
I'm guessing this event in my name means Joni misses me terribly and is thinking of leaving John for me, but since John and I already have a twisted love triangle, I dont' think it will work out. But I will bring the beer, just in case.