I jus' loves me some cinco de mayo...mostly, because it is a good excuse to drink me some margaritas. Like I need an excuse to drink a marg...I've had cinco parties, I've done the go to the bar and get a cinco t-shirt thing...last year Doug & I met our friends here in town at La Cha - our favorite Mexican restaurant. We could not get in to the restaurant, and we probably waited fifteen to twenty minutes just to get a margarita, which we drank on the veranda.
This year, Doug and I decided to do cinco on the D.L. and stay home. Doug went to the grocery and bought a rotisserie chicken, lettuce, refried beans, sour creme, tomatoes, blue chips, cheese and a bottle of pre-mixed margaritas, which cost the same as two margaritas in a restaurant.
I bought the tablecloth and napkins in an antique mall. Aren't they perfect?
My son called to see if I wanted to take him to dinner. I told him of our plans and invited him to join us. He was horrified to hear that we were going to drink "pre-made" margaritas. Oh well. It happens.
How do you cinco?