I went to my first Green Drinks on Thursday night, a networking soiree at a bar where local greens meet and drink. Events like this are held on a monthly basis throughout the world. It was an interesting mix of greens in the environmental sense and Greens, capital G – i.e. Green party. I tried a new drink, a B&B – which is a cocktail that has Benedictine, a liqueur originally produced by monks in the 1700’s. Mm… pious.
We were at a bar with an open-air courtyard in Silver Lake, and as the evening progressed a strange thing happened. Apparently Silver Lake’s rise to cultural hotspot has not been without some friction from the local community. At one point while we were drinking, I heard a rustle in the trees above and we were showered with something from above that looked like ice cubes.
Garlic. Some disgruntled neighbor, upset about the noise, was hocking handfuls of fresh garlic at us. Also, a plastic Winnie-the-Pooh toy, that would’ve smarted if it landed on a person instead of a potted plant. The assault came in several waves and we all got a little jittery. One clove even landed in my B&B. It was like Lebanon. Except, you know, with garlic instead of bombs.
And the FBI calls us the radicals. You won’t read about this appalling attack in the mainstream media, the so-called “news” outlets won’t even touch it. Cowards. But it happened, my friends – I was there.