Cinco de Mayo in Globe, Arizona

 A Cinco de Mayo celebration carved out a small corner of a downtown parking lot in Globe. I assume it will be where all major functions take place, including the Farmers Market. The beer garden was fenced off from the food carts, barbecue and cotton candy stands, where I witnessed multiple little girls throw up slimy pink and purple acid from their bellies straight onto pavement, and then walk off swimmingly to the blown-up bouncy castle as if the past two minutes had never happened. Their moms just shook their heads and let 'em roam free.

. I was lulled out of my comfy chair around 8 pm at the sound of police sirens that seem to always blare through my windows from Friday night through to Sunday morning.

The beer garden had blared up, scrunching twice as many chairs to a table while men with potbellies and cowboy hats guzzled back their "natty ice" and their high-heeled, skirted women scraped their shoulders with  press-on nails, begging for a dance.

Out on the floor was a congregation of Globites from all types. The Latinos, the high school dance club, the old white retirees, and those beer drinkin', hell-raisin' cowboys.

It was almost as if the Mexican American war never happened and instead we just meshed in harmony-switching off Spanish and English love ballads while the crowd danced all the same, though the Latinos could easily be spotted, dancing as close as possible with passion and an artist's touch. "Margaritaville" played while little kids bought rosaries.


The whole scene brought me back to my own excursions in Mexico, dancing cumbia until the sun came up, at the tender age of 20. My, oh my, how much Life has happened since then.