Tonight I drove my mother and her friend to South Coast Rep to see a play, and had a beer at Karl Strauss.
I talked to the bartender and the guy next to me at the bar and they made sense about politics, which was refreshing. In particular they were both against the anti-gay marriage Proposition 8. Not because they had much interest in LGBT people. In fact, they were both a bit nervous about gay people. They just didn’t want to go out of their way to be jerks to people for no good reason. One guy had a girlfriend who was religious and backed the thing, and he said “Why should she care? They’re not coming to her church. Just leave it alone.”
Life storms lately. The election, the crazy financial crash, family and friends having serious troubles, my own minor but constant troubles. Safe harbors elude everyone. It reminds me of the early 1990s, when everything lacked: money, safety, calm, health.
I dream about Heaven sometimes. I’m in some unknown but friendly place, at a table with food and drink. Friends and enemies are there, and people I’ve lost. We’re all relieved because all THAT bullshit is behind us, and we’re getting along.
Tonight at the bar was a little of that. Thank you.
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This is refreshing even second-hand.
(And I know what you mean about this being like the early ’90s! Must keep reminding myself that we got through that, we will get through this. It’s hard.)
Remember prop 187? And Rodney King? And everything else Falling Down came from?
my dad is pretty anti-gay and even he is voting no on prop 8. he said the same thing, why do christians care if the gays arent going to their church?
I keep trying to find your bar but I keep getting cut off by Hummers with McCain stickers on them.
Heaven or not, it’s bad form for the hostess to preparest a table in the presence of thine enemies.
I loved this entry. Makes me miss all of you guys in OC.