we have the hippie "comfest" every summer in columbus and every summer i go and every summer i wonder why and every summer i vow that next summer i won't go and every next summer, i go. (i believe the commonly known definition of insanity is contained in here.)
anyway, so i went to the hippie "comfest" yesterday even though last year i said i wouldn't and it turned out just like every other hippie "comfest" i said i wouldn't go to but i did - only worse. i couldn't get a beer.
i couldn't get a beer through every fault of my own - i didn't have my driver's license with me and i didn't have my driver's license with me because i walked to the hippie "comfest" instead of driving. i tried playing the "but, lady, look how i helped the environment" card, but she wasn't that much of a hippie.
so, i was denied a beer. which i understand and which i don't understand. it is ludicrous, really, to tell a woman who looks every bit the almost 58 years that she is, who has gray hair and wrinkles, that nope, we're not sure you're old enough to drink beer. i mean, i understand the letter of the law, but i just think it would be a nicer world if we could apply a little common sense and consider the spirit of the law. just once, people. spirit of the law. would it kill ya?
speaking of killing, as i walked home from the beer-less hippie "comfest," the thought occurred to me that at almost 60 years of age, i can't get a beer without "permission," but, if i were 15, i could get an abortion without it.
screwed up world.
