In Colorado the grocery stores only sell 3.2% beer - if you want the real stuff you have to go to a liquor store.
That reminded me of a joke a friend in college used to tell a lot. He was from Ireland and was rather disappointed in our beer (solved by introducing him to decent microbreweries).
"Why is American beer like sex in a canoe?" He'd ask with a surly liquor buzz on.
"No idea. Why?"
"Because they're both fuckin' close to water!"
He's mostly right, but in my experience trying to have sex in a canoe generally results in fuckin' in water (don't grab the gunwales!!!).
Overall, all of the Sunday / X-ian / Alcohol consumption laws that exist in most states get on my fucking last nerve. Separation of church and state, right? If I wanna carve gnostic runes on my back in the mirror and smear cigarette ashes mixed with everclear into the cuts on Sunday ... why shouldn't I be able to run to the local booze shop at 10am to stock up?
And the ultimate irony about those laws is that Jesus would've been arrested in Colorado if he'd tried that "water into wine" trick there without written authorization from the ABC board. Self-righteous busybodies and assorted pinheads can eat hot death as far as I'm concerned. Let us pray: "Oh Lord, please deliver me from your followers!"
What gets on my nerves even more than the stupid laws (since I'm mostly used to living in a world of stupid laws at this point) are the proactively-obedient sheeple who look at me like I'm from another planet when I set some beer on the counter before noon on a Sunday (or anytime on Sunday in the truly fucked-up places) as if everybody knows that you can't do that. Well, sometimes I'm on the road and don't know that your state has that fucked-up law. Or sometimes I'm at my usual store and didn't realize it was Sunday (happens a lot; I was once rather frustrated by finding everything closed one morning when I was motivated to get shit done and it turned out that not only was it Sunday, it was Easter Sunday! I mean, how the fuck could I have known that?!).
Or they look at me like I'm a Godless heathen-alcoholic or something since I guess it's inconceivable to them that I'm not going to slam all the beer I just bought as soon as I leave the store or whatever (as if that would be any of their business anyway). One clerk even raised her eyebrows and made an under-her-breath comment about how strong of a liquor I was buying. I tried to (but quickly gave up) explain how alcohol is alcohol and when mixing it into cocktails, using less of a higher-proof liquor makes them tastier -but exactly the same strength- as when using lower-proof alcohol (e.g. a bit more than half a shot of Bacardi 151 is the same as a full shot of regular rum).