IT'S BACK, DAMMIT!

This blogger views with trepidation the return of Outside Lands, and its pot-addled hippies stumbling back to BART through the darkness, kicking children and little old ladies out of their way. Outside lands, as locals know, is the biggest and most depraved public event of a long list of such things for which San Francisco is infamous. Marijuana. Immoral sexual escapades. Disgusting eating habits. Crowds. Deadheads. Psychedelia. To the severe Calvinist, these things regularly herald the End Times. Woe!


More to the point, and veering slightly into realism, traffic jams.

Questionable edibles and ratty tee-shirts.

It's a yearly event.

As you would expect, I haven't heard of any of the performers, have never listened to any of that crap, and have no interest in ever attending. That's something that people who fondly pretend that they're still young do.

Apparently there will be wine, beer, bubble tea, and cheese available.

I'll attend when The Doors are back together again.




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