I had a mild hysterical breakdown in the supermarket tonight. I couldn't help it. I just stood there laughing uncontrollably. Thankfully, it wasn't an all-out guffaw, I was able to pretty much hold most of it in so I didn't attract too much attention. However, it took over a minute to calm myself down to the point where I could proceed without too much trouble. Those of you who live in the Northeast are well-versed in the Blue Laws. For those of you who don't know what Blue Laws are, they're horrifically outdated Puritannical state-imposed laws that forbid various unwholesome activities on Sundays. In the Northeast, this translates to the fact that all sales of alcohol are banned on Sundays and past certain hours. Liquor stores (since in the Northeast, liquor is sold in separate stores) close at around 8PM in eastern Connecticut, in Boston they close at 11PM. So if you're having a party and you run out of alcohol at 10:45, you better pray there's a liquor store across the street or else your party's going to end early with some disappointed partygoers. If it's Sunday and your buddy forgot to buy beer for the big game on TV, you'll probably end up sending him to New Hampshire, the only state in the Northeast that has state-run liquor stores and allows liquor sales on Sundays.

But this is the West Coast, not the East. And the sun may rise where I come from, but here is where it sets. And they're very liberal in a healthy way here.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen -- they allow liquor sales on Sundays here. And their liquor is in the supermarkets. So there I am, standing at 9:30PM in the middle of a Ralph's supermarket, amidst three rows of liquor for sale, laughing my ass off as the impact of where I am hits home. But quietly. So I got myself a sixer. I really didn't have a burning desire to drink beer on a Sunday night, but I just had to buy it anyways.

So as I sit here, typing away and drinking my beer, I raise my bottle and say, "It's all good, yo."