Cinco de Mayo

In Japan, May 5th is Children's day. We observe the day for Children hoping their growth and happiness.

Being in San Diego, however, my partner and I joined Mexicans and Mexican descents to celebrate "Cinco de Mayo."
"Cinco de Mayo" means "May 5th" in Spanish, and it commemorates the victory of Mexican forces who prevailed against French forces in the Battle of Puebla on May 5th, 1867.
It is not the so-called Mexican Independence Day, but here in the west coast of the U.S., people have a magnificent party on this day, rather grand celebration than that in Mexico.
As for us, we wanted nothing but authentic Mexican food and mariachi; therefore, we headed for Old Town historical state park, the prominent venue of Cinco de Mayo festival, and got down to Tacos shops. The order which comes out of my partner's mouth is always "ALWAYS" Tacos Carne Asada (BBQ Tacos), and today he enjoyed it again.

In the center of the park, a big stage was built up for a band, and cheerful people got carried away dancing to the rhythm of Mexican music. Though asked my partner to go in front to dance with me, I was ignored by him. He just wouldn't be caught dead dancing by his friends.

Once we got out the state park, we were astonished to see the bars and restaurants overcrowded with inebriated people having a can of Tecate or a glass of Margarita. It was because, according to California's law, no alcohol is allowed in public areas, so if people wanted to wet their whistle, the only way is to enter somewhere in the property.

My Cinco de Mayo did not end until late at night.
One of our neighbor was having a party. They live 5 houses away from my place, yet even from that distance, I could hear the dancing music from their house. My partner and I went out to see what's going on out there. What we saw was mirror balls shining through the blinds and some guests hanging around the door.
If it happened in Japan, it should have been the matter of the arrest. But nobody, even the next door neighbors, seemed not have called the police.
How come they tolerated the racket? They should have been invited to the party.

In short, Cinco de Mayo is an excuse for a blowout, still I love this culture :)