Cinco de Mayo (Spanish for “a fifth of mayonnaise”) is our favorite holiday (after Flag Day, Founders Day, Arbor Day and Steve Kerr’s birthday). For those of you looking to impress las mujeres o los hombres with your keen understanding of Mexican history, here’s the flaco (skinny):
Weirdly — and this may leave you feeling deceived — it turns out Cinco de Mayo is primarily a regional holiday, specifically, the state of Puebla, and isn’t necessarily the nationwide margarita partyfest we’ve all come to love, despite the ravages of Swine Flu. Does that make you a little sad? I’m a little saddened by that.
The date celebrates a Mexican Alamo moment (karma!) in 1862 when a hugely outnumbered force, led by General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguin, defeated the French Army, who were kind of like the Harlem Globetrotters of the 19th century.
So, go give a nice long hug to your favorite Mexican. The end.