This Cinco de Mayo, Fiesta Responsibly Or End Up Like This...
It’s 5 o’clock on Cinco de Mayo and I’m finally out of work. The group chat I’m in has been blowing up my phone all day, and now I can finally jump in with “let the bar-hopping begin!” So glad I remembered my flower crown — I am the undisputed queen of tequila shots, after all (cue the selfies). Tonight is my night; I’ve been cooped up all week and it’s time to let loose. And there’s no better time to get wild than Cinco de Mayo.
I mean, come on. Who needs water when you have Patron? And margaritas? YES. Shots? Double yes. Tacos? I’m sure mis amigos and I will make time for those somewhere in the string of liquor establishments we’ll be frequenting tonight.
I better stop at home to grab my crop top, it’s not April anymore! May my midriff be free! Hmm, anything else I need? The next time I walk through my door I’ll probably be a little tipsy. Baking while buzzed is much more fun though, so I’m sure I’ll have time for this frozen pizza later (I’ll be back for you, baby). I guess it wouldn’t hurt to leave out some emergency supplies, though … not like I’ll need them. A glass of water and some snacks ought to do the trick. Maybe I’ll even leave a note myself a note (I’m so thoughtful!). “Dear Tipsy Lisa, don’t even think about eating that pizza until you’ve drank this entire glass of water. I know, I know. I’m a jerk, but you’ll thank me later. Stay fabulous! Love, Sober Lisa.” I’ll just snap a picture of this note to Cara before I leave, she’ll die laughing.
Ok, all set. The tequila queen has left the building! But seriously, I was made for Cinco de Mayo. After all, it’s not like I’m going to overdo it.