Cinco de Mayo (Spanish for "fifth of May") is a holiday held on May 5 that commemorates the Mexican army's unlikely victory over Frenchforces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. The date is observed nationwide in the United States and other locations around the world as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride.
Being a white girl from Chicago now living in Los Angeles, I almost always celebrate this "holiday." Being out with Miss J, we caught up after a trip to the Chi for her and a busy schedule for me. Cedes joined us too. And I couldn't help but laugh with the server. After a night spent falling asleep on the couch on to wake the very next morning like I was unconscious, I was bearing my glasses on this evening. Our server, who's name escapes me as I type, well he was very attentive to any female patron in the bar, but I couldn't help but enjoy the little bit of extra attention. I mean, should I be going out on every hoilday and not holiday because I'm sure to get the server's attention? even if it is just for the time we're there and not a minute longer...
And next time you want me there, YOU need to tell me.
About Me
- LA Bradshaw
- Inspired as it were, I decided to sit and write. Why am I not documenting exactly what it is I’m going through, and at the very least expressing myself in a way other women tend to feel? The reason I know this is I have had conversations with my closest friends, (those I trust with fleeting thoughts)which I have discovered, sometimes if I blurt out what I think or feel, it turns out they have the same thoughts. I’m not crazy. I’m not alone.
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