The Mexification of Mexican Spice

I know, I know, I haven't written the marathon blog yet and honestly I think flashbacks of that day will sneak their way into other entries.  I mean, do I really want to relive my knee not bending for 3 miles?

Let me tell you,  writing Mexican Spice on my jersey; sheer brilliancy.  I got so many comments; "Hey you're looking spicy, Come spice me up, I want some Mexican Spice in my life."  On and on.  I really feel the need to connect with my Mexican side (actually, I'm pretty sure all sides of me are Mexi.)  Maybe because my mom was my biggest link.  Can I just tell you how much progress I have made?  Saturday my mom would have turned 60.  60.  I had been dreading it all week but, when I woke up on Saturday, I didn't realize that was the dreaded day until 2 hours after I was up.  That is huge for me.  I owe this to the fact that I am surrounded by so many fantastic people who make living JOYFUL.

It's really hard being a Mexican in suburban Boston.  Most people mistake me for the cleaning people or the nanny.  Damn, my cleaning crew is Brazilian and my nanny is German.  What was I thinking?  I really don't have that many resources to enrich and educate me in all things mexican.  So I have taken it upon myself to Mexify me.  I've been watching some of Amelia's old Dora The Explorer videos.  Pretty much have "Backpack, backpack" down.  Reruns of The George Lopez show are good for the Spanglish.  I try to hit Chipolte once a week.  I've been trying to learn the Cuchi Cuchi dance by Charo.  Oh, just you wait, that chick Charo is getting a full blog totally dedicated to her.  I have one Mexican friend but truth be told he didn't even know what the chupacabra was (and he calls himself mexican) so now I have appointed myself as his Mexican mentor.  Being the motivated and dedicated learner that he is, sent me a text in spanish and I could only understand half of it.  Some teacher I am.  

There has been a restlessness in me for a few days.  An excitement.  A jolt.  My body can sense that tomorrow is CINCO DE MAYO!!  I got started early with The V Club Fiesta at Rudy's on Friday night.  We had a great turn out and us ladies of CP talked, laughed, drank margaritas and ate.  I love these women for so many reasons, but I love that they embrace the salsa.  Look how good we look all showered and not in wicking clothing.

So just how will Mexican Spice be spending the most important day of her ethnicity?  By attending The Kills (British alt/punk duo) at The Paradise with my new friend Carrie.  That's her at the very end in the black shirt up there.  I think she was thinking the same thing as me, "Should I order another one?"  Editorial note; some of us continued the night at Highland Kitchen where more drinks were indeed ordered.  Michelle and Carrie; you two need to take me back for some pickles.  

I know, I know, The Kills?  Not very Mexican.  Like I care!  Cheap and Cheerful?  Well, I got half of that down.  A part of that song was at the beginning of my greeting on my iPhone.  "I'm bored of cheap and cheerful, I want expensive sadness."  I think some people were annoyed by its length but LISTEN.  I wouldn't just put any old song on there.  I put songs that are good muchas gracias.  I have changed it though.  Get ready to rock to a little Kasabian when it's time to leave a message.  We're going to start our night at The Cantina and the make our way over.  Heres  a little taste of what will be going down in exactly one day.

Adios!