It's Cinco De Mayo and All I Want To Do Is Sleep

I woke up this morning craving a margarita. A nice frosty, cold beverage to sip while I did The Boss's expense report because today is Cinco de Mayo and therefore a great excuse to do some day drinking. 

That's when I remembered that I am not in college anymore. Margaritas and Coronas with lime might be the breakfast of champions for college students living up a Mexican holiday, but not for a full-time employee like myself. 

That's when I came up with an alternate plan. Three of my co-workers and I planned early on in the morning over our cups of coffee that we'd hit up a great little sangria place around the corner after work (maybe even sneak out early because all the managers were in a board meeting all day). Great! We sank back in our cubicles counting down the hours. 

Around lunchtime the plan veered off path a little. Maybe not sangria, we thought. Sangria has wine in it which equals hung-over the next morning. Instead we decided on a little Mexican place (that when calculated was one block closer and we were already getting tired). We'd get a few margaritas and head out. 

Around 3 p.m., one of my co-workers backed out. She had to work late. 

4 p.m. rolls around and another co-worker, who could barely keep his eyes open after putting together 200 media kits, backed out as well. They were dropping like flies.

My other co-worker and I were determined to make it to thee bar, until 5:50 p.m. when we both gave in to Monday exhaustion and officially moved Cinco de Mayo to Ocho de Mayo and decided to celebrate this fiesta with quesadillas instead of alcohol. 

Toto, we're not in college anymore.