June 12, 2006; I remember it like it was yesterday. Finally, after months of scheming, GardenRant was launched with some lively posts by Amy and announcements on our individual blogs. Gradually you guys found us, started mixing it up in the comments, and it has been one fun year!
So to thank our readers, you’re all invited to knock back some fine wines with us tonight in the party room of our favorite bar – with Michele choosing the wines. Okay, maybe fine wines aren’t knocked back but something will get knocked back. And Amy is mixing up a batch of her famous martinis, so forget about this being one of those overly polite garden parties. No, I think this gang is a little more fun than that. Naturally there will be fine cuisine made from only the freshest ingredients (Michele’s in charge of that, too). Elizabeth and I will be getting the dancing started, of course, grabbing partners as we spy them or using some of those hippie-chick-with-no-partner moves that always get the party going.
But the highlight of the evening will be finally getting to meet you all, matching your faces with your on-line personalities, quirks and all. Seeing your baby, cat and garden pictures. (Limit: 3 per person.) And not just our regular commenters but all you lurkers, too. This can be your coming out party!
After we’re reasonably drunk we’ll all sing a round of "Happy Anniversary to GardenRant!" So don’t forget to bring your kazoos, your bangos, your noisemakers of any kind because by the time we start singing, we don’t really care what you play or how well. It’ll be FUN!
And Craig, bring some CDs – we know you’ve got ’em and we know they’re good.
Oh, wait. We’re on the Internet and you guys live all over the world. (In fact, I keep checking our new ClusterMap – under the title "Who ARE you people?" – and wondering: "Who ARE you people reading us from China, Saudi Arabia, India, Japan and South Africa? Not to mention Oman and Madagascar, if my geography serves me. Let’s hear from you folks!) Even the GardenRant team itself is spread across thousands of miles from Maryland to New York to California, for crissakes.
Damn, I guess the party’s off.
But readers, we really, really wish we could throw a party for you and meet you all. Now let’s all have a virtual group hug.