Struggle for Things Not to Say

"It's Cinco De Mayo, Let's Party On The Patio! Like They Do In Mexico."

-I don't know this song but found these awesome lyrics here

Oh mi dios. Cinqo de Mayo is one for the books, offering the unexpected and lots of hilarity.

I’ve also come to realize that the more I drink, the longer it takes me to recover from the aftermath. Shouts of “I’m flexible” and contorted dance poses on Friday still have my thighs aching on Monday, not to mention the almost comatose state I was in yesterday due to less than 4 hours of sleep, a can of XL energy drink, G&Ts and brownies, and sips of tequilia, which saw me passing out mid-afternoon and waking up with my glasses crooked, the cat on my hip, and a piece of paper stuck to my face.

Friday turned out to be the crazier of the two evenings for me as Enzo was dressed in his pajamma clad best at the Cave.

Broken down into point form to better jog the memory, highlights include:

- Natalie smacking a dude’s bare chest with an open hand
- Being doused in beer from a fight that broke out on the dance floor (I have never been so grimy, filthy, hot, beer-soaked, and overall disgusting as I have been circa 7am after no sleep)

- Navigating between porn on TV and reruns of “Will & grace” which I am still confused over
- Finally meeting Nat’s friend Jolene who is clearly my twin in terms of her hatred for babies and people

- Dirk further cementing his status as both a babe and a catch
- Awesome karaoke renditions by the brothers McNeil an Lauren, and the off-key screaming that was Cassandra and I doing out best Bon Jovi impression complete with dance moves

- The drinking of Carri’s pitcher of margarita at the Beast opening my vault of secrets. One sip equals one “you ugly!”

- Being texted by a random dude to invite me over to, and I quote, “see his BBQ” at 230am.

- Shane and his magic wand I found on the ground, which was then snapped into pieces by Dirk. - Dancing everywhere: from burrito joints and stores, to the Dance Cave and the Gladstone