Cinco de Mayo has a totally different meaning when you have a kid. The biggest excitement of our night was getting our daughter to try a little taco meat. (Which, I might add, wasn't hard at all. I could probably place a live earthworm in front of her and she'd give it a try - she'll eat ANYTHING!).
I made a fun mexican meal, complete with Chipotle-style rice (love!) and black-bean-and-corn salsa... we even had Corona with lime... of which i proceeded to drink 1/2 a bottle and promptly fall into a food-induced salsa-and-salt-laden stupor. We were a couple of lime-scented couch potatoes for the rest of the night.
I ran the gamut of spanish phrases/words that I know, which took about cinco minutos.
Biblioteca. Beunos Dias! Siesta. Yo Quiero Taco Bell... and I'm out.
Somewhere out there my 23-year-old self had a tequila shot and laughed at old ladies like me... and probably said something like "I hope I never get old"...
... but in my 28-year-old book, last night was perfect. I spent it with the ones that I love the most, with a full belly and elastic-waist pants.
I hope your fiesta was equally as fulfilling!!