I went out to pick up a pizza last night and ended up getting kicked out of the pizza place. When I called for delivery they explained to me that it would take almost two ours but I could pick it up in 20 minutes. I was fucking hungry so I said, “I’ll come get it.”
When I got there 35 minutes later it still was not ready. I said hello to the beautiful black man who was waiting on his pizza too. To my surprise he was ex-military and quite capable of keeping up a decent conversation about politics. We sat there drinking beer and discussing the dangers of privatized military, the reality of torture, and the constructs of war. Our take out came but considering the stimulating conversation we opted to have another beer and eat them there at the bar.
The conversation was lively. We covered a wide spectrum of political issues that irk me. At some point I mentioned that I am not very impressed with the gay district here. All I see here are straight people. No queer culture, just the part of town you should reside in if you are queer. Hillcrest is queer tolerant, possibly queer friendly but certainly not the gay Mecca it is dubbed to be.
Once our pizzas had been finished and our second beers were mostly (not completely) gone the tattooed hipster chick who had been serving and pouring snatched them up, dumped them and told us we were not welcome to another one. “You have offended everyone in this place tonight,” she claimed.
“What did we do?” we inquired. “Everyone left because of your conversation” she assured us, “even the owner.” The man I was sitting with was real smooth about it and said something to the nature of “If I were the owner of an establishment and two patrons were offending me and the rest of the people in here I would say something, not leave.” Strong argument, I thought.
The suicide girl got really upset and told us about our conversation and our swearing and …
The long and short of it was that having a conversation about politics in a bar in Hillcrest was not acceptable. Apparently the view-points we were discussing were not in tune with the values they hold to be true in this “family friendly” pizza joint and bar on 5th ave. Saying anything about politics in this town will get you thrown out of a pizza place. Holy shit!
We went to a bar around the corner and the bar tender refused to give me a beer because I had a passport, not a dl. Why do you need to have a dl to get a beer? It seems counter intuitive. I did not think they encouraged driving to the bar, I had my passport, the most valid form of identification once can have. Not good enough to get a drink, even when we are the only people sitting there.
This bartender told us that vice has been shaking them down and at one point SDPD actually told them “If you hire X security company, we won’t bother you anymore.” So they actually hired them but the company did such a bad job at carding at the door that they caned X security and now they can’t serve to people who do not drive. Pretty crazy. When you stop to think about the implications of the law forcing payment out of a bar in exchange for lessened harassment do you also see the mob? Do you see the overriding implication of government abusing power? Do you see where this could lead?
People get very upset when I mention that I do not like San Diego. People who grew up here seem to take it as a personal attack on them. It is not. I loathe sunshine and suburbia. San Diego is nothing but a sunshine encrusted suburb. Naturally, I detest it. Aside from the weather and the city planning there are a number of things here that this region simply lacks. The thing that most irks me is that the residents of San Diego are so rarely interested in looking at the greater social schema that privileges the wealthy and criminalizes the poor. This region is extremely racists, classist, and undereducated. People really believe that they are San Diego and that my distain for this region is a distain for them. Maybe they are right.