"Congratulations to The Cave Public Wine Storage Lockers for winning a bag of our fresh picked avocados for your Cinco de Mayo celebrations."
Dos de Mayo. It was kind of quiet.
Tres de Mayo. I ride my bike to the farmers market with glee to reap my award.
Cuatro de Mayo. Nothing really happened.
Cinco de Mayo. I come down to The Cave to open up for someone, have breakfast, and while I'm on the bike I think - I should forgo Wino Weekend for something more - Mexican-ish. Maybe get some chips, make the guac, try a few beers from south of the border. So I get all that stuff and then someone calls and they have a hundred cases they want to move into The Cave at that very moment.

Seite, Ocho and Nueve de Mayo are still in the fridge.