It’s not so much an “ethnic” holiday here as it may be elsewhere, as such a large segment of the population celebrates. Various parks have had parades, pinatas, music, and so forth, all day long!
Most of the Mexican restaurants around here have had specials and mariachi bands today. My concession to the celebration was . . . I opened a can of tamales and made cheese enchiladas for dinner. Hubby worked all night last night on a software test, so he got home at 8:15 this morning after 26 hours away at work . . . he couldn’t properly appreciate the cooking because he conked out and slept for six hours, and then had his day and night mixed up. But the dog thought it was hilarious seeing me mess up the kitchen to such an extent!
We’ll go dancing this weekend or something. There’s too much to catch up with during the regular week. It seems as if we never do anything fun. I hate being the grown-up.