Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Happy Seis De Mayo!

I'm not too certain, but I don't think on May 6, 1862, the day after Mexico gained their independence from the French in The Battle of Puebla, that the soldiers thought "Wow, Amigo! In 200 years, people in America will celebrate our great holiday by taking tequila body shots off of some hoochie bartender's breast!"

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Yesterday, we took our kids down to a local Mexican restaurant in Fairlawn - Tres Potrillos -to celebrate Cinco De Mayo the way all Americans celebrate it - by drinking flavored margaritas and eating tacos.

Although we've been going to the family restaurant for quite some time and know the most of the staff, I still felt a little weird ringing in a holiday that I have no deep feelings for either way.

"But Eimer (that's what she calls me), Cinco De Mayo is recognized by United States as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride," my wife-to-be enlightened me.

"Well, now that you put it that way, I guess it makes sense," I told her. She's always right.

In hindsight, I guess you can kind of compare it to people in England celebrating th Fourth of July. I wonder if they have specials on Pabst Blue Ribbon and corndogs at the local pubs on that particular day?

So, I guess I'm sort of cool with celebrating Cinco De Mayo.

However, if you want a really cool Mexican/Spanish holiday to celebrate, why not pick Dia De Los Muertes .

Now that's a BADASS holiday!

In the years to come, look for Halloween to be extended two extra days at the Eimer household to make room for The Day of the Dead!

Oh, and by the way, although I personally enjoy the above Zorro cartoon. I've been told by a couple people that they don't understand it. What do you think?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

What's not to understand? Looks pretty straight-forward to me.

Ian

Your Finest Eimer said...

IAN#

Thanks,

Maybe I was hanging out with a bunch of retards.

I'm glad I ditched those zeros and got with the heros.

Eric Wiley said...

A drunk man in a bar once said to my wife, while jamming his thumb in my direction, "Lose the fool, and get with the cool".