Hello! Since last weeks shitcakery, I have been busy, and I have been deep in plans for the 2013 rehappening of PJs at TJ’s! Do you remember, that happened last year? My husband went out of town for three weeks and left me alone with the baby and on the day he came back, I had a whole bunch of Internet women in my home for the weekend, and I didn’t say much about it, because I was exhausted and then I caught the ennui, and I swear, it all feels like it was last week, but NO. Last week was shitcakes and plans for next year, because I am doing it AGAIN.
It is still in Arizona and it is still (or again) in February and while I have heard a lot of people who couldn’t make it last year (well, earlier this year) express interest in attending the next one, I have made the possibly to be considered assholish decision to not only limit the number of spaces available, but make that limit very few numbers above the number of people who attended last year. And then if I do it again the year after next year, the number won’t be any bigger than that again, because that’s why you (if you are one of the yous) want to come, right? Because last year it sounded fun, and one of the things that made it fun was that it was so small that it was forced to be a cohesive event, with very little, if any, fractioning and splitting off of groups (some people did go get pedicures, but otherwise we were all up in each other’s armpits) and it was not something that made this particular event any better than any other event, but it was certainly somewhat different than others.
The thing with Internet gatherings is that if they become a yearly thing, it is almost as though they are expected or needed or forced to becoming a bigger thing each year, to accommodate the interested parties or to allow for more fun stuff to happen or to become more spectacular or better in some way each year, and as they get more successful they garner more attendance and become more awesome and anticipated each year, and that is undeniably a Very Good Thing and not something I am about to dispute in any way.
But I have realized in my long history of doing this one time and beginning my plans to do it a second time that I just have no interest of becoming a facilitator for Internet people to meet in a city and go off and do things, I think there are tons of events that do just that, and I think that the logistics of something like that make my eyes squinty. I don’t think that’s what I did last year, and I want to do what I did last year again, and I want to keep doing it.
I guess if you want to go someplace central to meet your friends and then go off with your friends and do things with your friends, there’s a lot of events preplanned for you that will allow you to do that, OR you can just pick a city and you can go there and do it yourself, a concept that, after I went to The Blathering, seriously BLEW MY MIND, and lead to me doing PJs at TJ’s, and that still may be something that I do someday, some time, and some place with some friends for some purpose, but what I realized I was doing with PJs at TJ’s and what I want to continue to do is throw my own party.
And that’s what it is, really, when it comes down to it – it’s my party. And I guess that can sound terrible, depending on how you want to look at it, but it was in my HOUSE where I live with my husband and baby, and I made all the plans and mixed up all the dips and put my bed in the living room, and I invited all of my friends to come. Not by name or anything, though, because it’s not exclusive, except how it kind of is.
Internet, I am rambling, because I am nervous. I have been a bit… strident… in the past, about some of the more ridiculous Internet shit that smacks of exclusivity, like like shmoad shmumit, oh my LANDS, and I have been gnawing on my fingers over the last week or so, knowing that in a few weeks, I was going to tell you that yay! PJs at TJ’s is coming! But! There are this many spots. Where “this” is a very small number. And how was I going to assure you that EVERYONE was welcome, because how can you fit EVERYONE into a very small number?
Well, you can’t fit everyone into a very small number, especially when that number is made smaller by allowing first dibs to people who attended in the past. Why? Because… that felt like the right thing to do. No one writes rules for this shit, you know? There’s no “bring an invitation for everyone in the class” when you have a very small number of spots and a tiny but not entirely insignificant slice of Internet to consider.
Half of me is annoyed that I’ve written 900 words on this, the half of me that taglined my first blog, run on MT, with “I DON’T HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU PEOPLE” (Hey, does anyone remember the fad in the early 2000s of “leaving out the keys to your blog” for a day? Where you’d leave a guest login and password and let people post to your blog all day? And people just did? And no one fucked up your shit?), but the other half of me that has been fretting for a week feels like I need to prepare you in advance for what is coming.
TO SUM UP WHAT IS COMING!
– PJs at TJ’s is coming!
Registration (“registration” – basically you tell me your name and I tell you where to send your money and where you can get a hotel room) will open (“open” – I pick up my pen) sometime next month (“sometime next month” – ish).
It is an exclusive event in that X number of people can come and everyone who is not in the set of X number of people will be excluded, likely of their own choosing. It is not an exclusive event in that I am extending invitations. I have no idea whose names I will write on the list of attendees when “registration” “opens.” It is going to be a surprise. It is the SURPRISE kind of exclusive. It’s… surplusive.
I am telling you this because I want you to be prepared, if you want to come, to start thinking about the reality of coming to Arizona, and the costs, so that just in case there is a shocking run on the surplusive spots when I pick up my pen next month, you are all squared away to tag one for yourself.
I am also telling you this because I am kind of half-defensive, in a yeah, it’s my party, I am throwing a party, I am throwing MY PARTY, this is how I am doing it, want to fight about it, I am totally a tough guy kind of way, since as we all know, as I have now asked you if you want to fight about it, you have 48 hours in Internet time to challenge my stance on Personal Party Throwing and Surplusivity before this document is entered into Internet law and becomes invulnerable to latecoming crybabies and whinerpantses.
Here is my baby, in a clip for her upcoming documentary, “I Was an Only Child: Videos Compiled for a Life in Therapy”