However, I did manage to have fun with my friends and get face time with Walter Keonig (thanks to the brazen charm of my publisher*) and I got pics of my pectorals at the beach. Hey. I've killed myself since February for a hint of bazoom. So check it out in the gallery.
I love cosplay, but I was so busy I didn't get any good pics. However, this link should satisfy the taste for delectable horror:
gizmodo.com/5029737/diy-iron-man-suit-is-beer-belly-ready-wrong
Are you not horrified? Scroll down.
![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif)
That's my little report. Please remember that my bathing suit was pure boob-flattening spandex. And I'm a skinny wraith. If you see cleavage there, that's a six month pectoral mission of iron. Thank you.
*edit: Erm, the other one, who doesn't suck.
![Wink ;)](./images/smilies/wink.gif)