OB Oktoberfest 2009 – Surrealism and Silliness Abound

by on October 11, 2009 · 55 comments

in Media, Ocean Beach

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The lovely Germanish staff at the Gitmo Beer Garden. All photos (gulp) and captions by Doug Porter.

The trick to reporting on these events, as I discovered after a few trips around the block, is to either go late or go early. I went early today and missed out on what one my usual sources called “a flood of douchebags” from Pacific Beach. I wonder how he knew? Do PB people have tattoos that give away their douchiness?

Early turned out to be a good call as I got to see OB Oktoberfest with kind of a corny and small town feel…if it were being shot for a Fellini movie.

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Legalize it the American way.

First up on this surrealist stage were the Legalize Pot petition people—three groups of them, all with different approaches, signs, and, as it turned out, the same petition to get legalization of marijuana on the ballot, camped out along the wall at the foot of Newport Avenue.

I tried to talk with them about their obvious overlap; none of them knew what the others were doing there. Dudes, maybe you should talk. One guy thought the “other guys” were pitching a ballot proposition that would set the minimum age to buy pot at 18—he pointed out that “his” petition required wanna-be pot purchasers to be 21, “to keep it away from the young people”. Another woman tried to set up a chair & table smack in the middle of the entrance to the park where all the vendors were; she was shoo’d away in short order. She probably would have trampled by the PB crowd if she had stayed. All were hoping to sign up a couple of thousand voters during the course of the day, and it didn’t look to be too much of a hard sell, except that people were confused by all the competing clipboards.

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There’s nothing like a Deutschland Dominatrix to start off the day.

Over at the Gitmo Memorial Beer Garden, the early drinking crowds were sparse, and the staff was able to have a little fun, dancing around in their “authentic” Germanish costumes and posing for pictures. The best costume of the morning, however, was up on the stage, where the lead singer from a band called Way Cool, Jr. was dressed up like a Deutschland Dominatrix ala Berlin back in the day. In not sure that the band had ever played in daylight before, but it was interesting to watch them use their nightclub moves to get the crowd rockin’. There’s nothing like an early morning “kick-ass” rock n’ roll and a lead singer dressed in fishnet and black leather to get the juices flowing, I always say.

I wandered over to the Sausage Toss, where eager participants were lining up to throw a rubber dog-toy sausage in a bun thingie into a pot 50 feet away. Not too many people were coming close, but they kept on trying because, after all, if you did manage to get the wiener in the hole, you’d get a chance to win (gasp!) $10,000.00. Of course you’d have participate in the second round of the competition, which consisted of rolling some dice and hoping to get 4 of a kind. I wondered if you’d have better luck playing the lotto, but, whatever.

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The drama was non-stop over at the Sausage Toss.

It was time to hit the streets again. Hodad’s was getting ready to open. The crowd waiting in line is always a good show if you’re into people watching. I needed a break from Gitmo, so I got my hand stamped by the friendly security lady and wandered up the street. And I wanted to go check out the new “Halloween” store up where Rock, Paper Scissors used to be. (Meh, loads of cheapo costumes.)

I didn’t get too far before I ran into “Robert” who was holding a white board sign aloft that said “We need money to train our dogs…to not get shot”. Figuring that this was somehow connected with the SDPD’s killing of a ten month old “vicious” dog earlier in the week, I threw a buck at him and asked what the deal was.

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Like, far out man.

He breathed in and out through his mouth several times as if he was in a yoga class, and told me, “You know man, if I can get some cash together here, I’m gonna find somebody that everybody knows from OB to be, like, treasurer. And then we’re gonna go to an animal shelter or something and get some training.”

“So, how’s it going?” I asked.

He breathed some more and proceeded to tell me about some dude over by Hodad’s had threatened to punch him “because he didn’t like my sign. And he had a dog that was going off on people”.


More breathing. “You know how many drugs I had to take just to come out here today. Man? It was like 200 mics—no, make that 300—of this pharmaceutical marijuana in a pill. I gotta script for it.”

“I see.”

I left him huffing and puffing out on Newport Avenue and went looking for a bite to eat. The contact high from his aura had given me the kind of munchies that only a knockwurst could cure. The line at the sausage place in the park was starting get long, and for some reason they’d put the booth right by the narrowest part of the entrance.

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Putting oomph in Ompaa.

I stopped by the City Beat alt-weekly booth and chatted up the nice ladies there. Things were going swell until a woman with a badge from the parking police butted in to inform the City Beat people that their tent was sticking six inches too far out onto the sidewalk. “A wheel chair might have a hard time getting by here.”

This was terrible! I could just see the headlines at the Union-Tribune: “Commie Rag Hates Cripples”. And maybe there’d be a Sign On San Diego Chris Reed blogatorial lamenting how the teacher’s unions were really behind this pinko persecution of poor paralyzed people. But then I remembered that Mr. Reed had sent me an email (after I’d poked fun at him in an earlier story) telling me how much he really loved Ocean Beach. Maybe he’d give it a pass this time, so’s not to embarrass the Oktoberfest organizers.

The City Beat crew offered to move their tent back six inches, but the parking police lady would have none of it. She called in reinforcements; two real cops with guns and shiny badges and mace & stuff, but they weren’t interested.

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Getting it on with Geezer.

Back on the hunt for food, I waved my wristband and red hand stamp at the security people and re-entered Gitmo. The sausage stand there was not busy yet. I ordered the bratwurst platter, complete with German potato salad, grilled onions & a big heap of sauerkraut. The bratwurst was tasty; the rest was best left uneaten.

I was still hungry, so it was off to check out the Belgian Fry place in the vendors area that I’d passed by earlier. I like fries, and they were cutting potatoes right there in the tent with a little gizmo and cooking them up to order. Twelve dollars (!) later I came away with a fancy blood orange Italian soda, some steamin’ taters and a dipping cup full of pinkish wasabi “dipping sauce”. I always thought wasabi was green, but at those prices, maybe I was getting the really high end stuff that the Japanese eat when they think we’re not looking. It sure was an international feast: fries ala Belgum, soda Italiano and Japanese sauce. If they’d thrown in airfare to any of those countries, it would have been a good deal, I guess.

There was more music threatening to happen from the parking lot, so I wandered back over. “Geezer” was up on the main stage, welcoming people to Solana Beach. I thought the walker and the box of men’s Depends on the front of stage might have put people off, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. I kinda liked the music, even if the crowd seemed comatose.

Maybe what I needed was a little oompa, so it was back over to the park to check out the stage there. The Bavarian Beer Garden Band was up there in full costume oompaing away. Their set was over too soon, but they promised they’d be back soon.

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There was a young lady from…

It was time for the first female elimination for the Stein-Holding contest. A dozen or so young women stood before the crowd and endured the pain of holding two full steins of seawater straight out from their bodies—no cheating allowed—as a group of young male admirers chanted bawdy rhymes. This was cheapo college humor at its best and the crowd was eating it up. Winners got the privilege of repeating the feat on the main stage later in the day, where the Gitmo Garden guzzlers would no doubt give them an even classier reception.

I wandered around the vendors area checking out their wares. The Oxygen booth was spewing bubbles over the crowd. The marshmallow shooters were demonstrating the efficiency of their product by shooting mini marshmallows at passers by. The U-T subscription booth guy looked like somebody in an ad for the Maytag repairman. (Cool, huh? Two putdowns of the Daily Fishwrap in one story!)

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Yelp! I need somebody!

Finally, there were perky young ladies with Yelp!, the internet reviewing service where would-be critics take pot shots at (and praise) businesses big and small. It’s like Facebook for fussbudgets. Business might have been better for them if the petitioners against mandatory inoculations hadn’t set up shop on the sidewalk by their booth. Maybe if the Yelpsters were giving way tin-foil hats, people would have been more comfortable stopping in.

The streets were getting crowded, so I though it might be a good time to scoot. I’d had enough fun for one day.

{ 55 comments… read them below or add one }

Laura Smith October 11, 2009 at 10:30 am

Best and Worse of Octoberfest.
It was a great day as there were thousands of people in town so it was busy for everyone. I think it was a successful and fun day for most people. The event brings more people, commerce to OB.
Unfortunately the downside of it was it brings out the worse people at the same time. We love OB and take pride in our town and store. We spend a lot of time, money and effort and making our store look the best it can, inside and out.
We spent all day decorating our store for Halloween, we left at 5:00 only to get a call 15 minutes later from my niece. A customer came in to inform her a transient had his pants down and was defecating in between our store and the Hodad’s van. It is unbelievable this could happen in the daylight with hundreds of people walking by, many with children, without any consequence. Cops said there was nothing they could do as he was gone by the time they would have arrived. How could it even happen in the first place? It is sad to say but, I am used to seeing human feces in the alley, but in the main street is out of control.
The parking lot stinks of urine. Kim painted our windows this week and informed me she heard several people walking by and mentioned curiosity about our store, but they were taken aback at the strong urine stench and quickly walked by to avoid the smell and subsequently walked past our store.
The transient activity (loitering, drinking, smoke pot, urinate and pan handle) in this lot is not good for any business or for OB’s reputation. I would like to think we want to attract everyone to OB, including families with children, yet a lot of people are afraid to come here because of these kinds incidents and make others not want to return.
So frustrating…
Laura & Eric
Beach Sweets


john October 11, 2009 at 5:48 pm

So, Laura, can I ask if you are one of virtually every business in the country nowadays who has a sign in the window saying “NO public restrooms!” ?
If I can walk into your business and I don’t smell like poop and have a gathering of flies buzzing around me, and make a minimal purchase- say, a dollar- will you let me use your restroom? What if I don’t have a dollar and you were the only place for miles around and I had the runs? Would you allow this basic need of civilized beings to be used by a stranger?
What you mention IS indeed a problem. However with the economy spiralling into the abyss, and more and more people who have the comfort of a home and a roof over their head facing the loss of that, they are going to find that at some point the world isn’t so welcoming of them and life’s basic needs such as a shower and a place to relieve yourself is in itself a struggle to find.
At some point they will give up caring what other people think and do what they have to do, if this means “drop trou” wherever and let it all out, so be it. The world doesn’t care enough about them to give them the respect of a place to go to the bathroom, society ****s on them every day.
You can’t be surprised that they return the favor.
I realized the streets are full of drunks and other idiots and the location in question is just a block from the lifeguard tower restrooms. However it’s the only facility for miles around and we have to understand the chain of events that has brought these people to just not care where they have to do what the rest of us take for granted.


Laura Smith October 11, 2009 at 7:28 pm

Unfortunately, we must agree to disagree on this subject. We don’t have a bathroom. If we did, no, I wouldn’t let anyone use it. Have you been in public bathrooms? Why would I want to clean up after anyone? I spend all day cleaning as it is.

It is my belief that the class of people we are talking about can be broken into two categories, those that are disabled through no fault of their own and those that are by choice. I am talking about those that have Chosen this lifestyle. It isn’t society’s fault that these individuals have chosen a path that lacks any personal responsibility. It isn’t society’s fault that these people Choose to live on the beach and drink and get high all day while the rest of us work. Clearly, it is just the opposite of what you say. It isn’t society s*itting on them. And it isn’t society that doesn’t care about them, it is the exact opposite, they don’t care about society. This is not a new problem due to the economy.

We posted our comments because we simply found it appalling, we thought it would be offensive to everyone. I can’t imagine you would feel comfortable walking the street with any of your loved ones and have to witness such a site.

We don’t want to change OB or gentrify it, but something is wrong when someone can crap on the sidewalk in the middle of the day in public.

If we are the minority that is offended by this problem than fine, let it be.

Thank you for your comments, in spite of it being different than ours.


Danny Morales October 11, 2009 at 10:30 pm

When did collective responsibility become a “society’s fault”? I was stationed here before R. Raygun at a time when there were “freaks in the streets” and a culture that was taking responsibility for some thirty years of anti-communist militarism. John(1:2 ) is infering that class society doesn’t “give a crap” about the lesser of us but would rather “take a crap” after consuming the blood and treasure of live warm blooded people. It wasn’t long into the Raygun era that I began to see “Street Freaks” replaced by people who were suffering from many of the public maladies that I witnessed in the Third World. How many of our deinstitutionalized are veterans? How many are victims of abuse? How many are just plain nuts? Where is the personal responsibility for our collective descisions to go to war, to turn our backs on the poor and to deny the basic necessities of life ? That fault fellow Ragsters, is not within our star chambered society but within ourselves. So get used to the black crows coming home to roost in the heights of Wonderland. ‘Cause, “he understands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire to the sun…” and this slow ascent to the dark side of the moon has only begun.

Until then,
Noah, The Great Rat Xodus
(formerly 500 Monkeys)


Abby October 12, 2009 at 5:02 am

I really don’t see how it’s unreasonable to expect people to not defecate in our streets.

There are public restrooms at the lifeguard tower, it’s not unreasonable to expect people to walk a block or 2.


Danny Morales October 12, 2009 at 8:09 am

Dear Abby-If humans were reasonable…we wouldn’t have to implement surveilance cameras upon the OB City of Dreamers in order to create an environment condusive to the people and commerce that is so needed to maintain our status as “Americas Beach Town”! So Dream On…and may your dreams come true-30-

Noah, The Great Rat Xodus


jon October 12, 2009 at 8:33 am

I’ve gotta side with Laura and Abby on this one. There were temporary bathrooms and the public restroom at the lifeguard station one block west. Laura and other store owners have absolutely no reason to open their private bathrooms to a public that doesn’t respect them. Hate to beat a dead horse, but the drinking ban could be partly to blame. We shooed all the drinking homeless population into our alleyways and store fronts. I see it everyday. These folks are gonna drink and get high somewhere. Sorry it has to be next to your store guys. For the record, it’s a great little shop and I would hate to see you get so frustrated you leave.


john November 2, 2009 at 5:29 am

I think we’re not that far apart on the fundamental issue, I’m hardly advocating a “I support the right to #2 on you!” campaign, and it would have ticked me off too. I am just saying we need to humble ourselves a bit and move away from this “those people” thinking when it comes to the homeless because it’s becoming a lot easier to become one of them and will get worse.
Funny thing about all those programs for the hungry and homeless, when it gets to the point where non-idiots need them… they will be so overtaxed they won’t be there for us.


Jason October 12, 2009 at 9:57 pm

let’s face the facts. ob is a party town. people come to ob to party, get drunk, maybe smoke some dope, and get a little crazy. we might not like it and it might not have always been that way (or maybe it has), but it’s the truth. business owners don’t want a bunch of drunk idiots coming into their stores or restaurants just to take a dump and dirty up their restrooms. that’s totally understandable. does this mean everyone in ob is a drunk or a dirtbag? no, but there are plenty to notice – again, just the facts. i’m not complaining about it, because i love the diversity and care-free attitude that one can only find in ob.

taking a crap in a public street, however, is just unconscionable – the list of words to describe this act of destitution is too long. the economy makes this ok? give me a f*#&^$g break! the lifeguard tower is right down the street! the world doesn’t care enough about them? wah wah wah!! how many social programs are at their disposal? there are churches, salvation armies, soup kitchens, etc. they have no job, probably no roof over their heads and yet they somehow have enough food in their guts to dispel feces in public places. it’s locals and tourists that they rely upon to keep them alive. otherwise they’d have their own gardens in remote areas and be self-sustaining as many of them want to be, or even claim to be (yeah right). obviously, they’ve never heard of the old adage, “don’t s*!t where you eat.” there’s ABSOLUTELY no excuse for it! i can’t believe anyone would even think of defending it. incredible.


Patty Jones October 11, 2009 at 11:21 am

Thanks Doug for the belly laughs! I didn’t notice the walker and depends until I read the whole article… still laughing at that one. I’m really sorry I missed it this year and am astonished that it was a whole year ago we had such a great time at the last one.


doug porter October 12, 2009 at 8:23 am

I worked so hard not to do any scatological jokes in that story…
“Robert”, the dog dude referenced in the story, called me at home yesterday… first, he forgot why he’d called.
(“dude, it’s your dime”)
eventually he came around to announcing that he was splitting to Santa Barbara as the pressures (from holding the sign on Newport) were too much…


lane tobias October 12, 2009 at 9:42 am

I agree Doug, your humorous take made me giggle a few times. Although as a veg, I have to say I didn’t go near the sausage toss….


OBSteven October 11, 2009 at 11:36 am

So that wasn’t a warm candy bar next to beach sweets?


mr fresh October 11, 2009 at 11:49 am



annagrace October 11, 2009 at 12:25 pm

Doug- funny, pithy, irreverent- YES!!!!!!


Frank Gormlie October 11, 2009 at 1:10 pm

Nice ramble of consciousness. Most of the pics seem to be of young “Germanish” (is that even a werd?) costumed ladies and old geezers or the med mal guy. Thanks for covering it, send us your bill for the sausage plate minus costs of onions, fries and sauerkraut.


annagrace October 11, 2009 at 3:03 pm

Ramble of consciousness? I thought it was the Best of the Wurst.


Dave Sparling October 11, 2009 at 4:30 pm

Gitmo Dave thanks the author for mentioning his description of the NEW Americans can drink with a wrist band area. If we could just figure out how to FENCE in that big bunch of water and sand, life could go back closer to what we older people remember. Back before we needed SECURITY to guard our drinking cage.


Kim Howell October 11, 2009 at 4:46 pm

Re: Beach Sweets….I can’t believe the only comments to come in on this were “warm candy bar”???? and “eeeeewwwww”????? HELLO! This isn’t even close to funny guys…..and I think it’s that kind of “oh whatever” attitude that perpetuates this kind of “crap”!! I do alot of painting/signage in OB…..and proud to do it and proud of our town, as we all should be! It’s a very cool place to work, live, and run businesss. But it’s really rediculouse when I have to have a guy hose down a wall so I can paint it because it stinks like urine, and God knows what else! I’ve done a lot of work for both Mike at Hodads and Laura at Beach Sweets to make it more attractive, but the parking lot there is a gathering for transients, who fight, yell, pee, and poop!
Didn’t we just have a shooting there the other night???
Can we somehow work together and find a solution???? This one blows the “tagging” problem out of the water don’t you think? I’ve seen, and smelled enough! I’m willing to offer up my services……anyone else care????!!!!


OBSteven October 11, 2009 at 5:08 pm

There are laws against public urination and defecation. Direct your frustrations towards police and policy makers not your neighbors who might try to lighten the mood. Why don’t you carry around a big bucket for the homeless to use when they can’t make it to the public restroom by the lifeguard tower.


john October 11, 2009 at 6:24 pm

“Why don’t you carry around a big bucket for the homeless to use when they can’t make it to the public restroom by the lifeguard tower.”

She DID say she was willing to offer up her services, didn’t she?

What a wonderful gesture toward humanity, right up there with the best deeds of Mother Theresa! Does this courtesy extend to wiping, too?


doug porter October 11, 2009 at 5:23 pm

hey kim. have a little patience. it takes a few hours for the comments to come. and it’s sunday, a notoriously slow day on the internet.
while we do publish a lot of very serious posts around here (see my piece on the Co-op tomorrow), this was supposed to be a light hearted piece about a “holiday” that is only bested by Halloween for silliness.


Danny Morales October 11, 2009 at 5:44 pm

Doug-Who’s the skinny dude with the Hilter mustache front and center of your lead photo? He’s kinda cute in a germanish sort of buey, no?-500 monkeys


PSD October 11, 2009 at 10:18 pm

Like Doug said – go early or go late. It was obvious that he went early in that every interesting character I stopped to rap with had already encountered him – space cadet Robert even produced his calling card during the course of our marginally-coherent conversation.

There were at least 5-6 groups with the mj legalization agenda to push by the time I made my rounds – and all seemed to be in complete disarray. I chatted for a few with a group at the wall that said they were “with the official campaign,” they said they had gathered 50 or so signatures by 2:00ish. I’m interested in following this movement, and got an invite to the next meeting for volunteers, but when I go home I realized the flyer says it’s on Saturday, October 13…since we had a Saturday on the 10th yesterday and there’s not another one coming until the 17th, I’m not quite sure what to think.

I hate to seem like some sort of douchey elitist ‘local,’ but the bars were packed with complete out-of-town d-bags last night. One guy who was classy enough to show some common courtesy and excuse himself for bumping into my girlfriend was reprimanded by his PB-trust-funded-fratboy buddy with a hideously condescending chastening. Glad I wasn’t there at the moment and never ran into dude, because I don’t need a permanent 86 from one of my favorite haunts accompanied by an aggrivated assault charge. I’d say it’s what I’ve got coming for hanging out at PB Bar & Grill South, but the asshat vibe prevailed at the Harp and the other usually cool joints we visited post-Oktoberfest…


Joe Ewing October 11, 2009 at 11:58 pm

Thanks for the entertaining Blog post Doug. I choose to go to the Grand Canyon instead. I can see now that I choose wrong. OB never fails to deliver.


J. Stone October 12, 2009 at 8:42 am

Personally I don’t get the jokes about people shitting in public. If that was your house or business and you had to clean up someone else’s shit, something tells me it just wouldn’t seem so humorous. I know that parking lot makes plenty of money from our community and from visitors, and with all the threatening signs they have up to make sure payment is made when using their lot. I would think it is the owners responsibility to at least keep the place clean, or at best make sure there is no shit on the ground. It’s a lot more than inconvenient. The spread of major diseases like Hep C isn’t insignificant.


JPinSD October 12, 2009 at 9:06 am

Was this an Oktoberfest or just another street fair at the end of Newport? Nothing seemed like Oktoberfest. Wish it was back in Dusty Roads where there were tents for all tastes of music/beer. And speaking of music, why must i wait in line for 30+minutes and then pay 3 bucks to enter, and then fork out another 6 bucks for beer? I thought this was a community event. Why place the stage where only the beer garden can view it? This event could be so much better with proper planning etc. My gf and I walked down there around 1pm and preceded to head back to del monte at about 1:30 after realizing the brat line would be another 30 minute wait…oh well….


lane tobias October 12, 2009 at 9:33 am

gotta agree here. This event was no different from any other street fair at the bottom of Newport. The charity is the same, the cost is the same, the crowd is the same…the only thing different is that this is called “Oktoberfest”. Am I mistaken, or isn’t Oktoberfest supposed to be something like a beer and food tasting with variety in both beer and food? What were there, like 4 kinds of beer? And not all of them were German….karl Strauss, despite the name, is from San Diego..

I’ve had neighbors tell me in the past that they stopped going to these events because of how much you end up spending……and the money doesn’t even end up in OB. I can’t exactly go along with that, because my understanding is that one of the groups that usually raises funds is a cheerleading group from Pt. Loma….but it would be nice if maybe we could have some of those 6 dollar, 8 ounce beer profits being directed even a little bit back into the community.

Does anyone know how the profits are distributed? Where do the donations go? Does OBMA get any of it? And lastly, how come this Oktoberfest had such a lack of variety in beer?

I am one person on here who may not enjoy the fact that people come in from all over San Diego for the event, but that should say something about how popular OB street fests are. We should be happy that folks from other neighborhoods – even PB – come into our litle Hamlet and pump money into the economy. But again, I wonder why OB Elementary or friends of the library (lets not forget, OB’s library will be on the chopping block again shortly….) or something like that isn’t one of the charities that reigns it in during these events. Could someone set that record straight pleasE?


Shawn Conrad October 12, 2009 at 9:13 am

Move your shop to Lane’s street. It is pristine there. Trash and feces are no where to be found.

Nothing poops there. Nothing litters there.


Danny Morales October 12, 2009 at 11:14 am

Nothing poops, litters, breathes or reproduces there…’cause nothing LIVES there!-The Wonderland of the Future- Xodus


mr fresh October 12, 2009 at 9:19 am

first of all, tip o’ the hat to the folks at the candy store for sharing their horror story with us. it’s obviously touched a nerve, one that the OBRag would be wise to explore. all the points raised about how unsafe and disgusting public pissing & pooping are valid.

having said that, some of you folks out there in commenter land need to get a life. it’s not unreasonable to expect people to post their attempts at humor (even if they miss the mark) after a story that was–as far as I can tell–meant to be light hearted.


jon October 12, 2009 at 9:30 am

I wish they would shuttle people in from North Park instead of PB. I like the North Parkers way more. They tend to have more respect for neighborhoods. A little more class. And cool hipster haircuts.


lane tobias October 12, 2009 at 9:36 am

I’m a little confused about all the smack talk on PB folks…wasn’t the complaint about public fecination about a transient/homeless fellow? It seems that person has much less concern for our neighborhood than any of the “dudebros” from PB who come here and literally spend thousands of dollars in and around Newport.

Maybe these folks don’t quite get the vibe, but they certainly pump a little extra money and energy into OB on a lazy October afternoon….


jon October 12, 2009 at 10:21 am

I’ve just lived here a long time and had one too many negative experiences with PB. They got their entire summer street fair shut down years ago because the “dudebros” like to drink and pick fights and pee on their neighbors lawns. They do it here too.


Danny Morales October 12, 2009 at 11:11 am

Pumping X-tra money and E-nergy into OB doesn’t mitigate for the loss of community spirit. The entire character of this so called Oktoberfest is what we used to call plastic.Thanx JPinSD and Lane T. for pointing that out. It’s butt a foreshadowing of the gentrification to come if we let it.-Xodus


bodysurferbob October 12, 2009 at 11:45 am

doug – what did you do, pay danny morales off to raise your comment numbers. geez! enough of the poop talk already!


doug porter October 12, 2009 at 12:09 pm

i honestly think he just had too much coffee this morning, lol


Danny Morales October 12, 2009 at 4:10 pm

BSBoob- Inasmuch as Luther found God in a cowpie I would advise you to READ all the freakin’ content before any more trash talking poo comes outta yo’ mouth. You’ll see there’s more to a public poo than meets the eye. Just between you, me and the other Ragamuffins, Doug paid me 500 Simoleans and a hammerhead to keep the comments high! Peace, Love and outta here-D


lane tobias October 12, 2009 at 4:50 pm

I’m in no way condoning the fact that people not from OB treat it like hell when they’re here – but I dont necessarily think the festivities were altered very much by their presence. What I am more concerned about than non-locals invading an event here, is the fact that the event itself was a cookie cutter spitting image of every other street fest I’ve been to here. As my next door neighbor said as I was walking down the alley on my way over there, “Been to one, been to ’em all”.

Maybe there’s a reason its less and less catered to OBceans and more catered to other folks: theres nothing special about it that makes it a uniquely local event.


doug porter October 13, 2009 at 9:06 am

shawn, we know you’re our class clown & everything, but don’t you think you’ve done enough damage here? or should we be signing up “artists” to do “installations” outside your apartment building?


Shawn Conrad October 13, 2009 at 9:44 am


I am just getting started. I would be very impressed to see any of you hippies actually do something so I look forward to my new lawn ornaments.

Bonus points for corn.


doug porter October 13, 2009 at 10:11 am

careful what you ask for


Molly October 13, 2009 at 11:23 am

Shawn – sorry to shock you, but the hippies that you so carelessly disparage actually did quite a lot – much of what you, sir, take for granted. Because of the hippies, you can now openly wear a tied-dyed shirt, can walk around with a dog at the end of a leash, can smoke cannabis in public, can protest imperial wars at your leisure, can kiss a woman of color in public, can listen to various rock and roll bands on your main street, can eat chicken wings without discrimination, … the list goes on … oh, so long.

Just remember the hippies next time you set foot outside your door in sandals – yup, those too.


Shawn Conrad October 13, 2009 at 10:23 am

It’s the landscaper’s problem…


Shawn Conrad October 13, 2009 at 12:07 pm

So you are actually suggesting that hippies invented the sandal?

Right there you just lost any hope of me thinking you base your comments in fact.

You are like the Al Gore of hippies.


Danny Morales October 13, 2009 at 7:05 pm

500 Monkeys Say, “Shawn- This is a FREAKIN’ BLOG! If you think that anyone of us is reasonable or reality based, you’re going to be sorely (and I mean sorely) disappointed. Why do you think it’s called Wonderland, the OB City of Dreamers? So sit back and quit wondering we’re are the clowns. Don’t wonder the’re here!”


Molly October 14, 2009 at 10:21 am

Shawn, okay, but I had you up to then …. up to the sandals?


Shawn Conrad October 14, 2009 at 8:28 am


I agree. Reality and I are not friends.


Editor October 14, 2009 at 10:18 am

For a different take on OB’s latest Oktoberfest, check out the latest post.


Shawn Conrad October 14, 2009 at 11:34 am


I apologize, but no. Tie-dye was never illegal (although it may have been used for profiling), and men have walked dogs on leashes before hippies learned to smell funny. Also, I would have to extend thanks to the black community for public MJ smoking. It was the hippies that were dying to relate to these communities that forced public perception that we white people started it and finished it all.

The late 60’s seem to me to be a gathering of wealthy children in San Fransisco that attracted a mass of unwashed sponges. These sponges, fueled by wealthy people’s children, led to “The Revolution”. When the rich kids had enough, Haight-Ashbury seemed to dry up pretty quickly, and anyone that was not “on the bus” was left by the curb.

That curb may very well be the OB Rag.


Frank Gormlie October 14, 2009 at 1:38 pm

Shawn and Molly: not sure how your perception of hippies, Shawn, got so wacked out of shape. There were many more than “rich kids” in the hippie movement, and places like OB proved that. There was a “revolution” of sorts, of values, of mores, of culture, of politics. Then there was a counter-revolution symbolized by Ronald Reagan. But that’s another story.


Shawn Conrad October 14, 2009 at 2:51 pm

I am just poking fun. I know hippies never existed.


Frank Gormlie October 14, 2009 at 3:16 pm

You grew up with hippies and bikers in your livingroom (and diningroom, kitchen, all throughout the house) didn’t you?


Shawn Conrad October 14, 2009 at 3:24 pm

Just bikers. Bikers sleeping everywhere. We even had one sleep on the kitchen table once.

These were rough, whiskey and speed fueled madmen. They had little patience for peace and love. Maybe they tainted my inner hippie.


Mary October 15, 2009 at 1:14 pm

Nice! I did try the sausage toss, even as a veg. 10,000 is 10,000, and I really felt that the gods were on my side. Turns out, they weren’t.


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