Cinco de Mayo

Sometime last year, it occurred to me that I missed Cinco de Mayo celebrations, since I moved to England. I made a pledge to myself that 2007 would be different. There must be some Mexican restaurants somewhere in London, or, even better, out here in Berkshire. One problem I always have: I forget about Cinco de Mayo until it's too late. Cinco de Mayo is a national holiday in Mexico, commemorating Mexican victory over the French, in the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862. Over the years, it has become very well known in the United States. Some say it is celebrated more in the US, than in Mexico. Back in America, Tex-Mex restaurants advertise deals for Cinco de Mayo, so one is reminded of the date. Here in England, there is the sound of silence.
Of course, I forgot again. I only remembered early today. Frantically, I called my good friend, Tom. I figured Tom would always be up for an excuse to drink. When I called Tom, there was no answer. I left a message and started looking on the Internet for Mexican restaurants. The closest to me was in Staines. There were several in London. I had a nap and awoke hungry. As it got to be early evening, I tried calling Tom again. Still no answer. Finally, it got so late, I gave up on the idea. I prepared a fish dinner. After I ate, while watching TV, the phone rang. It was Tom. I wished Tom a happy Cinco de Mayo. "What's that?" he asked. I explained the concept to him but I decided it was too late to make it, this year. There's always next year. I am determined to reactivate my old tradition of celebrating Cinco de Mayo. Happy Cinco de Mayo, everybody.