Jack of Harts

I love Cinco de Mayo.  Of course, to be fair, I love pretty much any holiday that devotes itself to dancing with pretty girls and partying until oh dark thirty.  Oh, I know there is some kind of long ago reason for the holiday, but I’ve long preferred the vibrant present over the dusty past.  Give me the parties, the pretty girls, the fancy Mexican outfits, and the drinks and I’ll be a happy man.