Last Wednesday I was walking by a bar in Downtown Columbus around lunchtime when I noticed an uncharacteristic hum of activity. Paper lanterns in bright green, pinks, and oranges were strung up around the courtyard. A young woman in an exotic dress stood at the entrance, stamping the hands of the steady stream of patrons walking into the bar.
I stood in the sunshine for a few seconds, pondering the cause of this mid-week celebration before it hit me. The large Corona posters behind the hostess were a helpful clue. These people were here to celebrate Cinco de Mayo.
I then indulged in a few moments of condemning thoughts, harumphing that these youths were much less interested in celebrating the victory of the Mexican army over the French militia then they were interested in finding an excuse for a party. I speculated that if I were to march in and quiz every person clutching a cold beer, and ask them what they were celebrating, more than a few would incorrectly tell me that it was Mexican independence day.