oh, i jest.
yes, indeed.
after all, isn't it is so wonderful to be stuck on the highway...unable to exit...due to the police entourage blocking the streets...so that native cinco-de-mayo-ens can cruise the roads...in their big, huge trucks...with the word "chihuahua" in lovely tattoo script printed on the back window....blaring their non-english music...waving their non-american flags...up and down, up and down...for friday, saturday, and sunday night...all night?
clearly, i cannot think of one reason why i shouldn't be happy about such a fantastic holiday.
1 comment:
One of the many irritations that comes with the United States of Mexico. (:
Post a Comment