Aug 15th, 2002
4th and B
There is a club in San Diego called 4th and B, and it sucks. This is long overdue, and the only reason that I write this is in the hopes that someone who is trying to figure out a good place to go on a Friday night in San Diego will type in “4th and B” into a Google search and spring upon this blurb. I’ll cut to the chase and make this as concise as possible.
Karl, James, and I went to 4th and B last Fall to watch the Crystal Meth concert. They were putting on a hell of a show and I was having a blast. I looked up and Karl had walked up to the stage in order to get a closer look at the band (or whatever they are called? DJs? I don’t even know anymore). Next thing I know, a bouncer puts his hand on Karl and tells him to get away from the stage. Karl complies, but as he is walking away, he tells the bouncer: “Fine, just don’t touch me.”
I think everything is fine, so I continue dancing. Two minutes later, the bouncer returns and starts yelling in Karl’s face. I sense that something might go wrong, so I start to head over to find out what is going on. Next thing I know, another bouncer has approached me from behind and put my arm behind my back.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve been put into an arm lock by a bounce who is substantially larger than me, so I say, “Listen, I don’t know what you’re doing. I just wanted to talk to my friend.” He tells me to just stop struggling, which I wasn’t doing in the first place, and drags me out. A few moments later, I see Karl get dragged out in a similar fashion. A few minutes later, James calmly strolls out.
I spend the next twenty or so minutes, barking at the doorman, demanding to see a manager. Finally, someone comes out and we discuss the situation. He says that the best thing is to call back the following day.
To make a long story short, I pursue the thing for several weeks, but am never given a satisfactory resolution to the problem. So the next best thing is to complain about it on my website. If you are going to 4th and B, be warned - the bouncers are mentally unstable, roid-rage morons.
