Pack it up, Pack it in

So what do the people of Wolfforth know that Lubbock does not?

How to party, apparently.

Yeah, that's right, nipping a bit of the hair-of-the-dog after a hard Friday night will be that much easier now that the Wolfforth City Council unanimously approved an amendment to its city ordinance allowing beer sales to begin at 8 a.m. on Saturdays.

A year after Wolfforth residents jumped light years ahead of Lubbock in progressiveness (into the 20th century) by voting to approve package beer and wine sales, they made it that much easier for their residents to get their hands on a cold brew -- surely a source of ire for those of us in the Hub City still schlepping down the highway to get our hard-earned money yanked out like teeth at the Strip.

The Strip, ah the lovely Strip. I have rather mixed feelings on this particular Lubbock icon. While I'd hate to see it go for aesthetic reasons -- those garish, glittering, blinking signs evoke all that is kitschy and wonderful of Americana -- I think it stands as a painful indicator of how far Lubbock has to go to be a metropolitan center of the sophistication it aspires to.

Of course, part of the problem with expanding Lubbock's liquor sales is explained rather concisely by the Avalanche-Journal's Eric Finley here, but still. The Lubbock City Council has incorporated the Strip inside its city limits, so it's drawing revenue from all those beer sales. People are still risking lives by driving down highways at midnight to either stock up or reload. Alcohol is still overpriced and Lubbockites are still explaining the nuances of their semi-dry city to outsiders.

So I propose that we, the citizens of Lubbock, sit back, take a few minutes to think things over, and (to steal that now-ubiquitous teen pop-religion catch-phrase) ask "what would Wolfforth do?"