Independence Day

Today, Mexico celebrated its birthday.

This is after the weekend from hell in which I had to deal with a loudmouthed person who admitted to a tendency to violence.  It was also obvious we have zilch in common after he fumed about being taken to a despedida where the performers were doing their thing in Spanish in San Diego.  Personally, I think he needs to go back to the Louisiana swamps, put on his klan hood and leave everyone else alone.  But I can't say that.  Long story.

Did I mentioned I then got atomic gripe?  No fun since I cannot shake a cold.

OK, back to the birthday celebration.  The actual party is the night before when all Mexico goes out for a few and scream, "VIVA MEXICO!"  For the past three years, I have been out celebrating amongst them.  I also did it once before.

What I also have noticed as that I celebrate Mexican Independence Day with more gusto than its US counterpart.  There are probably two reasons for that.  First my mother was born on the Fourth of July and we are estranged.  Second Rick died on July 5 and July 3 was a very gut wrenching day for me as well as some of his relatives who saw him one last time before he died.

So I guess I have a new tradition - and that is a good thing.