i don't recall ever celebrating cinco de mayo when i was a kid, nor do i recall celebrating it when i lived in heavily mexican populated santa cruz. however, over the last several years i have definitely made the effort to drink a margarita and have a tasty meal. i know, it's not really celebrating the holiday, but hell, it's about as much effort as i put into easter, christmas, and the fourth of july, so i think it counts enough.
today, nicole, jamie, and julie (the sales crew) also decided to celebrate. we figured that since margaritas weren't really an option, we would do the next best thing and head to the taco truck. when we got there, the truck windows were closed, and it looked like they were going to open soon. so we waited a few minutes, and then sadly the guy said "sorry we're going to a party" and they drove off. it would've been nice if he told us before we waited around for nothing, but he was busy shoving his face. total bummer. we ended up going to el faro instead. i ordered the nachos chiquitos (which is essentially smaller nachos), but bejesus, they were the size of my face.
speaking of my face, last year's was much better.