Wednesday was Cinco de Mayo, and like most misguided Americans, I took to the nearest Mexican watering hole to to celebrate. What were we celebrating? Not entirely sure. Cinco de Mayo is not the Mexican version of 4th of July. That would be Mexico’s independence day, which happens in September. It’s not even a national holiday in Mexico, I don’t think. It is indeed a celebration in the town of Puebla, Mexico, where in the 19th century the Mexican army beat the French in the aptly named “Battle of Puebla”.
How it came to be an American event, I have no clue. It probably has something to do with a penchant for tequila and tacos (ironically that is also more tex mex than authentic Mexican, much like the holiday )
Anyway, despite an insanely crowded downtown Dos Caminos, my friends and I had a great time on one of the first truly summery days of the year. We drank, we talked, we laughed, and probably danced at some point… Some prickly pear margaritas and a terrible McDonald’s meal later (I forgot to eat, didn’t even get Dos Caminos yummy guacamole!), I had my first real hangover of the year also. Viva Mexico!