Last night

"Brewing Hope" was an overall success. I don't have all the numbers yet, but I'll let everyone know once everything is in order.


Thanks to everyone- I'd like to elaborate, but I'm tired!



"It's a good thing."-Ron Faris.

We interupt this beer blog-

I really hate doing this, but I had a very interesting conversation (confrontation) tonight. I don't wish to divert attention away from our upcoming 'Garden Fire" fundraiser, but at the same time; this is too good to pass up.


So here's the story.


Picture this- I am awaiting the results of the city council meeting, so I am working the bar as to provide dba256 the opportunity to have representation at the meeting. People start coming back and the news is great. The DPOA has been re certified. Great!!!

Everybody starts drinking and celebrating and the usual suspects are about and everyone is relieved. A council member walks through the door and is all smiles, and a little later the honorable Mayor Rothman arrives.

This isn't a big deal, but I really was surprised to see him at dba256 because it is a rarity. I have seen him at other establishments though.


Anyhow, a celebrating member of the DPOA walks up with Rothman to the bar an requests a beer to be put on the tab for the mayor. A Dale Bros. Pacific Daylight is ordered.

So amid the busy transactions and between duties, our honorable mayor is poured and served his beer. I continue to fulfill orders and he walks away. Everybody is having a good time.

Everybody is hobnobbing and schmoozing and all of sudden an associate grabs my attention and requests that I make it over to the other end of the bar where Rothman awaits. OK- sure...

I make my way over there and inquire as to what is needed, in the event I am to pour more beer for these happy campers.


And this is the conversation that ensued.


Third Party: "Tibbi, I'd like you to meet the Mayor, Elliot Rothman. Mayor, this is Tibbi."

Honorable Mayor of Pomona: (extends hand)

The city's favorite bartender: (extends hand and shakes)

Honorable Mayor of Pomona: "You're the one that writes/blogs, right?"

The city's favorite bartender: "Yup, I hope there are no hard feelings. (laughs)"

Honorable Mayor of Pomona: (While still engaged in handshake) "You're a very funny guy."(Pauses and glares) "There are lots of hard feelings."

Third Party: (Jaw drops) "Uh, Tibbi- you two know each other? I am so sorry..."

Tibbi: "No, it's fine. Don't apologize."

Honorable Mayor of Pomona: "I am a face to face man. When I was young we had CB radios. You know CB radios? People would get on them and talk- People would hide behind electronics. I didn't like that."

The city's favorite bartender: "Sir, I do not create illusions. What you see is what you get, my name is there and my photograph is there. I do not hide behind anything. I am always here and available-everybody knows where I can be found"

Honorable Mayor of Pomona: (Disengages handshake and ignores me as to walk away upset) "Well, (third party) I'll see you Wednesday." (Turns and walks away.)




What the hell? Really?


Did the mayor just attempt to cheap shot me while I was working and even serving him?

He knew damn well who I was when I served him his first, then second beer. My image is plastered everywhere and who can really not see me? I am a big fat bearded dude that always has a beer attached to my hand.

He picked a really shitty time to act so immature, seeing as we are all coming together as a community to help our own out. (Maybe city hall should take some notes)




He attempted to call me a coward and I am sure he was surprised by my reaction. Was I supposed to kneel before him and sob and beg his forgiveness because he's the mayor and that's that?


Is this fuckin' bizzaro world?


Look, I don't walk into city hall, open his office door while he's working and start boo-ing....but you know what? maybe I should....


Isn't there some city business to attend to? Maybe he doesn't have anything else better to do but to harass people while they are working, but I have much better things to do-

Like what you ask?

Like serve people tasty brew and promote our upcoming FUNDRAISER!!!!

I sure hope the mayor intends on making up for this debacle at the fundraiser by ponying up some funds and being mature. He wants to be face to face? Let him be face to face, with his wallet and an apology. He should help those in need and put aside his petty grievances. He's supposed to be a leader- not a crybaby.



He answers to us. He answers to me. He is my servant, so he should be getting me a beer and making me happy, not trying to throw his weight around because his itty bitty feelings are hurt.

Wow.


Come to think of it, I haven't said all that much about him. I've seen him in bars- drunk. I've seem him do plenty of things. It's time for him to stop pretending and to be accountable for his own actions. -I am. That's why my name is on my blog. That's why my contact info is on the blog. And that's why I stand by what I say!!!!

If he doesn't like it, I am sure there are plenty of other jobs he can do.


But, for him to accost me while I am working with the intent of insulting me; a constituent- that's just a pussy thing to do.


I am a native Pomonan. I am the eighth generation to live in Pomona. My family predates Pomona as a city and goes back to original land grant given to my great, great, great, great grandfather Don Ricardo Vejar. You know Vejar elementary? How about Vejar street? That's my family. We are indigenous (practially and literally) and I'll be dammned if some jerk is gonna come into my city and mess things up because he feels entitled to- and if he does- I am sure as hell not gonna be quiet about it, nor am I going to allow him to treat me as if I was some second class citizen.

Get some class- and oh...get me fuckin' beer while you're at it....

Brewing HOPE!

Beer can do a lot of things.

Well, I am a big fan of making beer solve any problem. And, the fires are no exception. I am organizing a Beer Fundraiser for those displaced by the 'Garden Fire."

I call it "Brewing Hope" and I plan on making people happy with beer and using the proceeds from that beer to bring about the necessary recourse for those involved in our local tragedy.



I remember meeting Fred last fall during his campaign. We drank some beers and talked about beer a little and he always remembered who I was- which is nice. Anyhow, he was a nice dude and I remember the time when he brought a torn out ad from a magazine to the bar. The ad was for Stella Artois- and it displayed the proper technique for pouring the beer. It made a decent impression on me, despite hating the beer.


Anyhow, I believe in the Van Allen philosophy as applied to gardenstuff and whatnot; it coincides directly to my philosophy on beer. Pure, organic, and beautiful. I get it. And they got it. And now I'd like to see them get it all back again, of course, alongside the rest of those displaced. I want life to be returned back to normal so we can all have a beer and feel all the better for having grown a little more in these trying times.


If anyone would like to help- contact me -idrinklocalyoucantoo@yahoo.com

The poster has all the information and we will be setting up a box for collection of toiletries, supplies, clothing and whatever else seems useful to those that need it. We will be selling beer donated by Dale Bros for donations to be directly given to the needy.

I might have some special tricks up my sleeve as well. Please come by and show your support. We're not celebrating, but we are reinforcing the human spirit with a little brew to ease our own worries and to soothe the day's hurries.

Cheers!!!! Please come by.

Sunday Beer Tasting

Come by tomorrow at five for Sunday School!!!


The class will be an introduction to INDIA PALE ALES (my favorite style)

I promise to keep it simple and not bombard your palate with too much hoppiness.

Citrusy, bitter delight for your tongue and the tonuge in your mind.



So come by and allow me to anoint your soul with tasty brew.

Cheers!!!!