I normally abstain from drinking holidays and the public displays of drunkenness they encourage. David went out last night and came home, rather early, disturbed by the food that passes for Mexican 'round these here parts. David says he ordered a taco and they gave him a giant tortilla stuffed with nachos. I am sad that I did not join him in the festivities for I was unable to get a picture of this abomination to share with you. David also came home sporting a pair of Mardi Gras beads. Halloween colored and emblazoned with the prerequisite "Corona" and "Dos Equis" logos. He assured me they were free. I can't imagine anyone actually paying to wear such a misguided mish-mash of holiday crap. I don't know what to feel sorrier about, the hijacking of Halloween or Mardi Gras. Though you have to give credit to the bar employee when upon finding the box of beads said, "Hell, these beads have got Mexican words on them! Get rid of them on Cinco de Mayo; we need the room for booze."
Poor Cinco de Mayo, a marginal holiday absconded for the purpose of drinking, just like St. Patrick's Day. I'll never understand how some holidays get the booze wash and others don't. For instance today is the day the Battle of Chancellorsville ended with the withdrawal of Union forces....okay so maybe that is something only the die-hard South would want to celebrate. Or let's apply the same logic used against me when I say I don't celebrate Cinco de Mayo even though I have Mexican ancestry. David's ancestors spent some time in Pennsylvania and I don't see him running around in a Union soldier uniform binge drinking for 3 or 4 days in July on the anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg.
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