The 5th of May
Tomorrow, the residents of one particular state in Mexico will be celebrating the 137th anniversary of an unlikely defeat of French forces which effectively freed their ancestors from the paying of debts incurred by a collapsed previous government. As a rare act of solidarity and reverence for our southern neighbors, we gringos will grill some up carne asada and get totally shit-faced on Margaritas.Now, far be it from the Bastard to disparage a socially accepted opportunity to drink to excess simply because the typical celebrants' motivations are likely uninformed, misguided, or even overtly hypocritical. If God gave us drinking holidays, who am I to argue? But that said, the margarita has never really been my drink. If I'm in the mood for something sour, I'll generally throw together a Corpse Reviver #2 or a Daiquiri. But, as they say, when in Rome, embrace the heather swine's sickening depravity. Or something like that...
