de mayo de memories

my fondest cinco de mayo memory is of sophomore year of college.

i don't remember much except a large amount of margaritas and, suddenly, i was in a frat house. no, no. not in that way. actually, we were all downstairs and, if memory serves me correctly, we invited ourselves and more or less infiltrated their system.

then my friend at the time threw her phone at my face and busted my bottom lip open.

happy cinco de mayo. beware of flying cell phones.