As many of you know, I am Mexican. Thus Cinco de Mayo is very important to me...
OK- that's not true at all, but I do love me some Cinco de Mayo. In fact, it may be my favorite holiday. The weather is usually gorgeous and your only obligation is to drink margaritas and Coronas and possibly wear a sombrero. What's better than that? Brad even first told me he loved me on Cinco de Mayo, and although that first uttering was probably a bit booze-induced, the sentiment stuck, making Cinco de Mayo even that much more fabulous in my book.
I have been planning this year's Cinco de Mayo since about last July. The very pregnant me was big time craving a drink inspired holiday, and Cinco de Mayo seemed perfect! So, this weekend, I am headed to the lovely land of Philadelphia to hang out with some of my favorite drinking pals. One whole weekend. No kids. No laundry. No responsibilities. Just margaritas!
¡Viva Mexico!
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