From the front, the house is not suspect. I'm expecting a rager, but instead I see about five chickens in the front yard and someone holding a baby in the living room. "All day brunch" was advertised, and I smell bacon, but in the kitchen, no one is to be found.

The party hits me like a dose of 'shrooms: At first I don't see a party and then I suddenly see it all around me. Out on the deck, there's a hand-cast metal cannon pointed at the backyard. A jubilant man wearing a cowboy hat immediately goes into the details of the cannon's history while packing it with calcium carbonate. He shouts, "Fire in the hole!" and a very loud flash of light explodes. Someone continues to fire the cannon about every five minutes.

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Every corner of the lot has its own subtle purpose. Composting and vegetable beds on the right. People burning stuff in a metal barrel on the left. Naked hot-tubbing in the very back. Everyone here is basically the epitome of what people imagine Ballard eccentrics to be like. We're led to the basement, where I finally see the endless brunch offerings. The cannon man is cooking up some eggs and freshly made chorizo on a restaurant-sized griddle. It's Super Bowl Sunday, but there is nary a radio or TV broadcasting it. "This isn't a Super Bowl party, it's anti–Super Bowl," the owner of the house declares. Who needs football when you've got guns, fire, and nudity? recommended

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