Sinko day My-oh

So yesterday was like this day where a bunch of Americans (mostly white people) go out and celebrate Sinko day My-oh. I think it has something to do with Mexico and France. I'm not for certain most Americans know why they are celebrating, but let me tell you, they do.

So my parents (still free to any home) loaded me up in the Jetta and headed to our local Mexican dive. They both quinched their thirst with margaritas but dadda's was much taller than mama's. I got to eat a bunch of chips, guacamole, and dadda's favorite dish, fish tacos (pescado?). I also tore it up on the dance floor to the tunes of "Blind Drive." "Deaf Drive" would have been a more apt name in my humble opinion. Either way, I shook it like a Polaroid picture.

During dinner, I got my very own maraca. Mama had to put up with a drunk dadda, "Blind Drive," and a messy baby and all she got was a free Sinko day My-oh t-shirt. Rough life. Dadda took her for ice cream afterwards though. Viva Mexico.