I loved this holiday as a little girl. It was almost as good as Christmas. I got to wear a Mexican dress, put on lipstick AND blush, and dance the Mexican hat dance in front of my parents. And then eat a lot of high glycemic foods. How could the day possibly go wrong? I don't remember Cinco De Mayo as a big excuse to drink five margaritas day. I'm sure my parents had nothing against downing five margaritas, but they didn't use this holiday as an excuse.

I just think we keep heavy drinking wear it belongs...daily (until that day when we arrive at AA) and leave holidays for children (and adults) who have a birthright to walk around in costumes related to their cultural heritage. Yes, me and the Civil War Re-enactment freaks can get our inner-year-round Halloween craving out of our system...and then go drink.

By the way, Cinco De Mayo is not, actually, Mexican Independence Day, anyway. It commemorates the victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla. And I know that because I just looked it up on Wikipedia. Thank God for the Internet for allowing me to put some weight behind my self-righteousness.

Also, by the way, (notice I don't use BTW? Yes, I'm doing my part to preserve the integrity of the English language)...I'm writing this on May 6th...hey, I never said I was punctual.

Just for today, I can reminisce about Cinco De Mayo.