Cinco De Mayo has been a Stauchy tradition for the last 4 years now. All three years that we were in our house in LA, we threw a Cinco De Mayo party, so it was one time of year when we’d miss being “back home”. As is my custom for the day, I made my world fameous margaritas.
Earlier in the season, Katie had mentioned that she made a mean margarita, so we had discussed having a competition. As the day came closer, we decided that it was better if we just made some pitchers of margarita and had a good time. The main difference between our recipes is that she used orange juice and I used lime. No offense to hers, but Lynette & I definitely preferred mine, but what do you expect, I use the recipe for a reason. Other than the margaritas, there wasn’t really a plan, so a bunch of us just hung out in the galley.
Lynette and I joined a few people playing a puzzle game. The conversation deteriorated as the night went on and people had more and more margaritas. I won’t go into details, but it eventually turned in to a “which story is worse” contest that was very difficult to judge a winner becuase the stories were all so disturbing. We’ve been told that as the winter goes on, this will become more and more common, with people deteriorating into worse and worse stories. By the end of the winter, we’re told that 95% of conversations will be about sex or poop. Sounds like fun!