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Ok, so its another Sunday. Nothing too strange or out of the ordinary for me. So here is yet another post, I think i'll put up my opinion on drinking on holidays.

Fear and Loathing: Two tequila slammers and a Holiday

Raymond Mendoza

Opinion

As another Cinco de Mayo passes, I can always count on three things to happen to me. For starters, I’ll get a vicious case of the spins after several drinks. Next, I’ll end up in some incriminating photos that will destroy any chances I once had of becoming the president of our great nation. And then finally I’ll wonder to myself, as I’m trying to stop my friend from throwing up in a nearby convertible, why does this party remind me of Easter?

The reason that the lines are blurred, pun intended, between the celebrations of holidays is because we do the same thing for every holiday. For every holiday that comes up, the only idea of how to celebrate it is to get completely drunk. Sure, we take a moment to toast our spiked eggnog to Jesus, thank the luck o’ the Irish and Saint Patrick as we down another Irish car bomb, and yell ‘Happy Kwanza!’ as we shoot a beer bong for…who ever the hell invented Kwanza. However, do we ever really care about the meaning of the holiday we’re celebrating? Does anyone know what Cinco de Mayo is about, and what happened on that day? Can anyone recite the history of Saint Patrick and his contribution to the world? And, really folks, can anyone tell me about Kwanza? I am drawing a blank on the meaning of that holiday.

The meaning of holidays are being lost and replaced with cheap catch phrases like ‘Cinco de Drinko’ courtesy of the radio station Kroq. As my generation turned 21, we all found ourselves ordering drinks at a bar in Fullerton instead of going to Grandma’s house for Christmas Eve. Drinking became the solution for not only a boring weekend, but a boring holiday that usually has nothing to do with the general population. At the bar I went to for Cinco de Mayo, I noticed that the majority of the people celebrating a Mexican holiday were Asians and Caucasian people, not Mexican people. I’m not offended or angry at this and I’m not saying that Cinco de Mayo is only for Mexicans, I’m just making a joke about an observation.

So, for the next holiday you spend in a bar, try to think about the meaning of the day and what it might mean to the world in terms of culture, religion and tradition…then you can take your jello shot off of that drunk girl’s stomach.