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Mac-using Seattleites, your time of salvation is at hand! Less than a day remains before the Apple Store Bellevue Square throws open its doors and finally ushers in the Pacific Northwest's own Age of Relatively Non-Sucky Retail. Now that Apple has over fifty stores scattered (well, sort of scattered) across this great land, the average Apple retail grand opening is no longer the take-a-sick-day, drive-hundreds-of-miles, get-in-line-at-3-AM, party-with-fellow-Mac-fiends-until-your-knees-fall-off occasion it once was-- but given the significance of this particular event, we expect that the grand opening celebration will be a massive and memorable affair. Why, we bet some people will drive all the way up from Tacoma. Maybe even-- dare we say it?-- Olympia.
(Whereas the line at the grand opening of the Apple Store Walt Whitman, the seventh Apple retail outlet in New York State, will likely consist of the cartoon character Droopy Dog waving a little flag and intoning, "I'm so happy.")
Why is this such a big deal, you ask? Because the Apple Store Bellevue Park is within spitting distance of Redmond, placing it, if not exactly in the belly of the beast, then at least somewhere in the general vicinity of the beast's left nipple. Indeed, faithful viewer Dan Schwartz notes that Apple's new store is so close to Bill Gates's house, it's practically in the man's backyard. In fact, Dan even put up an alternate Bellevue page just for Bill, with directions to the store directly from Casa Gates. Turns out that Bill only has to drag his butt 2.6 miles and past the country club to see all of Apple's latest and greatest on display, so if you go to the grand opening, keep your eyes peeled, because you might just happen to spot the guy licking all the copies of Office X.
Let us just take a moment to go on the record here and state in no uncertain terms that we are firmly opposed to any Mac fans using that map to find their way from the store to Bill's house, armed with rolls of toilet paper, cartons of eggs, and dog feces in easily-ignitable paper bags. We don't cotton to that sort of thing at all. Nope. Nuh-uh. So if you're planning something untoward and hilarious after the grand opening involving trespassing and petty vandalism at the Gates residence, just leave us out of it. That means you, John Moltz!
But, uh, send us an iDVD, okay?
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