Saturday, May 05, 2012
Cinco de Drinko
I haven't celebrated Cinco de Mayo since 2003. Before that day, I was always up for a holiday that encouraged drinking. No, I'm not of Spanish descent as far as I know. The holiday is big business in the Big Easy. Hell, every holiday is here. But, this particular holiday stands out. There was lots of laughter, drinking, music, bars and boys. We had a blast. I remember the sun being up when we got home. The next day was a whole 'nother story. Let me tell you about Cinco de Mayo 2003.
My friend Shauna and I set out on this Cinco de Drinko to a downtown bar crawl. We did not pre-game (drink before we hit the streets). I really had no intentions of drinking an abnormal amount. I just wanted to go out. So, we get to bar #1. As soon as we walk in the door, we spot some high school friends who are buying shots. Tequila shots. I was not a tequila drinker. But, of course, that didn't stop me or Shauna. 3 shots later, we were on to bar #2. Sidenote: I cannot recall the name of none of the bars. Hence me numbering them. The highlight of bar #2 were Belve dirty martinis. I think I had two. I think. There was a lot of laughter, loud music, and bar dancing. We were definitely enjoying Cinco de Mayo.
Bar #3 ended with body shots. This time, they were "Blowjobs." I don't know what was in them. They were topped with whipped cream. I had two or three. This is where things get fuzzy. Bar #4 introduced the "I Never" game. I was on my way to being drunk. I drank a bottle of water to prevent that. Shots of tequila were the drink of choice. The game was never-ending. After this, we were done. We made our way to the fifth and final bar. And, devoured dollar pizza before taking our last drinks. We had some drinks with tequila. They were free, so we were drinking. I don't remember much after that. But, the next day, was horrible. I was hungover. That is an understatement.
Cinco de Mayo has never been the same for me. I associate it with tequila. I hate tequila. Bad memories of spending too much time on the bathroom floor on the 6th of May. The night itself was absolutely wonderful. Shauna and I had a blast. I regretted drinking so much tequila. It was never my cup of tea. I don't know why I remembered this story. Maybe it's because I've had such an oddly weird week. A drink may be in order. But, anyway, I hope all of you who celebrate have a great day. Drink responsible. Feliz Cinco de Mayo!