Blogfest is Coming

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All right, bloggers, prepare yourselves: the Fifth Annual Brooklyn Blogfest is going to happen on Tuesday, June 8th.

This yearly get-together of the borough's bloggers will kick off at 7 pm at the Brooklyn Lyceum, 227 Fourth Avenue at President Street in Park Slope.

I've been going to Blogfest for the last three years now and I've had a blast every time. You get a chance to meet the people behind the keyboards, exchange ideas, expand your horizons and guzzle alcoholic beverages.

This year's event will include a video tribute to Brooklyn's most visionary photo bloggers, special networking sessions for like-minded bloggers (i.e. Blogs of a Feather), the return of the ever-popular Shout-out when bloggers are invited to share their blogs with the world (moderated by yours truly), and a roof-raising after-party with ABSOLUT® VODKA cocktails, food and music. There will also be--dare I say it?--surprise special guests. There, I said it.

"The borough of Brooklyn has always been front and center in the world of blogging," says Louise Crawford, founder of the Brooklyn Blogfest and onlytheblogknowsbrooklyn.com. "Whether you live by a blog, blog to live, or live to blog, you'll want to come out on June 8."

Doors open at 6:30 pm and this event is free, yes, free. Now you have no excuse not to attend, so don't let me down.

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