The only time I’ve ever gone out on Cinco de Mayo and it was good, really good.
Cinco de Mayo, one of the few holidays who’s festivities I am not typically eager to participate in. It’s in there with Valentine’s Day and is much like St. Patrick’s Day except there’s neither emphasis on green NOR luck (two of my favorite things). This fact automatically places Cinco de Mayo as the lesser of the two “I’m celebrating a holiday I don’t understand by getting boozed up” holidays. It’s a shame too, because I so enjoy the colorful flower decorations, just not the nonsense that comes with it. Well, there was one thing (two, if you count the Choco Taco) that got me out of the house…lucha libre. Pale Horse Lucha to be exact.
This was an outstanding event where performance art played out the story told in the visual art which was on display. That concept is something I appreciate an respect. A damn fine idea to say the least. Given that this was a Pale Horse event, the artwork was guaranteed to be crazy good. Added to that, the theme was something I could really sink my teeth into.
In elementary school days, I was a WWF (now WWE or something) and was exposed to lucha libre during a family trip to Mexico. While on my trip, I found oodles of lucha masks. Being a fan of costumes too, I was hooked. I bought a few for me and a friend. I wore mine ALL THE TIME! On occasion, we would even wrestle in the backyard. Needless to say, this was definitely my cup of tea (or horchata). I even sported a luchador mask and traditional Mexican dress for the occasion.
It’s always a pleasure to see artists working their asses of and accomplishing great things. What’s even better is when there is a truly collaborative effort. Everyone from the artist to the athletes put in major work, and it was clear. An absolutely inspiring and enjoyable time.
...the Choco Taco wasn’t bad either.
