Ok. In case anybody asks…
I’m going to help make you the smartest margarita drinker in the bar.
So what, exactly is Cinco de Mayo?
Ok, so like a super long time ago (1860’s) there was this Mexican president named Benito Juarez…totally like that border town, you know?
Anyhow, Benito stopped making payments on debt owed to France.
And France was all like “Whoa man! No waaaay” and they *attacked* Mexico to get their money.
Then they totally thought they would also take over Mexico, and that would teach them a lesson and stuff.
But Mexico was all like “No way Jose!” and they fought back.
And in this one battle in the city of Puebla on May 5, 1862, the Mexican army totally kicked some French *ass* and there was much rejoicing.
And so we drink tequila and eat guacamole in memory of those valiant Mexican fighters!
Unfortunately…it didn’t really hold up the French for long and by a year later they occupied Mexico City.
Some French dude named Maximilian thought he was all kinds of hot sh*t. Whatever Max!
Then the U.S. was all like “stop acting like children! Take your toys and go home!”
So they did. And Benito Juarez got to be president again.
But anyhow, there was that one super huge battle in Puebla, against all odds, and so that’s why we all have to eat Mexican food and drink and stuff.
It’s super patriotic.
2007 Cinco de Mayo parade, Calistoga, CA. Image by Karen Fayeth.