Christinaconomics

Since Mexico City cancelled all celebrations for Cinco de Mayo an account of the swine flu, I decided to take it upon myself to celebrate this great, Mexican holiday by purchasing a pint of tequila, and eating Mexican food.  All the Mexican restaurants were slammed, so we opted for take-out.  The chicken floutas at La Carreta were great, as always.  Unfortunately, on the drive back to my house my boyfriend and I got all mad at each other over something rediculously minor.  Upon arrival to my house, I had entered my “I don’t know” phase where I say “I don’t know” to everything.  [Ex: "Are you mad?"  me: (sigh) "I don't know."]   Pretty unproductive in retrospect, but on with the story.  I had 4 bags and about 5 other things that I needed to bring in from my car.  My boyfriend offered me some much needed help with the bags, but out of stubborn anger, I stupidly declined.  I was about 10 feet from where I could set my bags down, when the bag with the tequila slipped out of my elbow’s grasp (was holding it with my elbow), fell to the floor and shattered on the concrete.  I just kept walking and asked my boyfriend to clean it up.  By the time he cleaned it up and caught up with me, we had a good laugh at the rediculous of the whole thing, including how niether of us really wanted to drink tequila anymore.  Ho-hum.