  It happened again. I rented a film that, when I got home, I realized Id already rented. Yet, I didnt finish it. And tonight I was in the mood for exactly what Id turned down months ago. Dirty Pretty Things. With a title like that, I assumed I was looking at a French film.
It must be a translation, right? And with Audrey Tatou as the co-star, my assumptions were sealed; Its French. Yet its about immigrants in London, and it's in English. A depressingly stark portrait of life in a big city when you have no rights. Ill give it 3 stars. 4 is reserved for films that make my classics list, so 3 isnt so bad.
3 s go to most things that I see that are quality and without distracting holes in either the plot or the production. I went down to Ocean Beach today with Luis to have tacos and to catch up. The party this weekend gave us nothing in terms of a chance to actually talk. I had a lobster taco and a wahoo taco after the oyster/vodka shot was in me belly. That place is stellar. So good, so cheap, and such a view of the ocean.
And other weird shit I've come to expect in OB. Customer-Woman: What kind of beer do you have? Bar Maid: Sam Adams, Stone, Sierra Nevada, Guinness, Bass, Redhook, Weiders, Ballast Point, Coors Woman: I guess Ill have a Samuel Adams. The barmaid goes to pull the tap and returns with a full pint in her hand. Bar Maid: Thatll be 3.25. -Pause- Woman: Well I dont think I have that.
Grabbing back the pint and looking to me without even as much as a hiccup in her routine: Bar Maid: What can I get for you? I ordered my drinks. Put my 20 down as I spoke as if I need to qualify my order as valid after what we both just witnessed. Two Redhook IPAs, the big ones. After Id delivered the waters Id ordered were set down on our table, the beers were before me. She spoke, the bar maid.
I wonder how much she thought that would be? Me: I was thinking about just that. What I think she was hoping is that youd just take what she had in return for not having to throw out the pint. One, Im certain I was right. And two, I feel horrible for even thinking that. What I really wanted to do was to pay for her beer.
But by the time I thought about it, she was gone. And before I got my own drinks, I began to believe that the effort would have been counter-productive. I dont think its a beer that she needs? Its dumb to give a book to an illiterate. Its even more stupid to buy a drink for someone who needs to be looking for work. That wouldnt be helping.
Had she ordered food, I would have jumped in. Anyway, the afternoon was lovely. We were cheap together, neither of us trying to sway the other into spending shit-loads at sushi joints or into buying filet at the grocer. We were good. We went back to his house and [I] played with the dog in the pool. The good boy that he is, he had an appointment this evening to work at the food bank as a volunteer.
So I took off at about 5:30. Lets see. I could get into the I15 traffic from 163/Genessee, or I could go to 99 Ranch! That place is a San Diego miracle. If only it wasnt so goddamned white up here in my neck of the woods, Im sure Id have a better chance to spend money at a 99 Ranch. I know they exist in Orange and LA counties, maybe more than that.
But theres only one in SD. So when Im off of Convoy, my car is being pulled in by culinary magnets. Which is why that it this hour, Im going to call it a night. Happily, and with a full belly. 
