My most memorable Cinco De Mayo would probably been in 2004 when I finished all but two shots of a bottle of Jose Cuervo. Started making margaritas all afternoon. Had a couple of shots and the next thing I remember was tripping and falling over a pool skimming pole and my main man Kellen helped me up. Instead of thanking him I tried to fight him because I was heavily influenced by the Tequila Monster (sorry K, it was Jose's fault). I guess then my roommate Z came and picked me up and the only words that I could mutter were..."I hate Cinco De Mayo, I'm not even Mexican!"
*Please drink responsibly and watch out for those drunk drivers.
R.I.P. Eight Belles.
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