I hereby announce the “2nd Annual Aaron and Stina Brown Seattle Bloggersnacker and 4th of July Party.” It will take place on the evening of July 4th, at our apartment in Seattle, overlooking Lake Union. (O.K., so last year’s 4th of July Party wasn’t a Bloggersnacker, and last year’s Bloggersnacker wasn’t on the 4th of July. Whatever.) If you are reading this blogpost and you live in the Seattle area, you are invited. If you are reading this blogpost and you don’t live in the Seattle area, you are also invited. Just don’t expect me to reimburse you for your planeticket.
We will probably send out e-vites to some of you that live in the area, so don’t worry about writing this down so that you don’t forget. But if you don’t get an e-vite, don’t think we don’t want you to attend. All the oversight means is that I forgot about you, cause I’m an idiot.
Normally, I would tell everyone not to bring food, as my wife will prepare everything. However, given that she’ll be in her 8th month of pregnancy by then, we’re thinking “potluck” would be best.
Let me get some FAQs out of the way:
Q: “Aaron, the 4th of July is traditionally a family holiday. So why in the world are you holding a Bloggersnacker that day?”
A: “Well, Ronan, we were going to throw a 4th of July Party anyway, so I figured there was no harm in turning it into a Bloggersnacker as well.”
Q: “But Aaron, people aren’t going to come. They’d rather spend the holidays with family. Why would they want to hang out at your place, listen to you drone on and on and on about your stupid issues and feel obligated to give courtesy laughs to your bad jokes?”
A: “Because, Steve, family is overrated. Besides, do you and Sumer have a place that directly overlooks the Lake Union fireworks display, and a big rooftop deck outside where hordes of folks can hangout with front row seats to the festivities? I didn’t think so.”
Q: “Aaron, I’d love to come, but I already have plans to get together with family.”
A: “Jonathan, you can still go to your stupid picnic. You can come by our place afterwards, at which point it will dawn on you what a waste of time your silly little frolic-in-the-park really was.”
Q: “Aaron, I’m sorry, but I’m just not coming. In fact, I think it’s totally presumptuous of you to think that anyone would want to spend 5 minutes with you in your pad. Stop flattering yourself.”
A: “Bite me, Steve. Besides, 40,000 satisfied attendees last year can’t be wrong.”
The shindig officially begins at 4:30 pm. But if you want to come earlier, or later, that’s O.K. And please note that our “rooftop deck” is actually a sloped roof without guardrails, so don’t blame us if your kids fall off and plummet to their deaths. (Actually, it would probably be best to keep them inside). Please bring edibles of your choosing. Finding street parking will become more and more difficult the later you arrive. You have to climb almost 40 steps to get to our door. But you can’t ask for better seats during the fireworks display.
If you think you’re going to make it, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or say you’re coming in the comments section. Until then…