(a moment of reverent appreciation for my local NPR station that completely avoids any mention of places where listeners can "get their party on" for Cinco De Mayo)
One bright spot: a local bar & grill is sponsoring "Sinkhole De Mayo" to celebrate the water main break that caused a road to open up and swallow two cars down the road this week. I can appreciate that sort of thing.
SO, I usually gripe about the fact that local radio stations live and breathe for any opportunity to make normal people feel like they should be partying. I think radio stations would host Presidents Day pub crawls if they could get a local car dealership to sponsor it and their "dj with sex appeal" felt like working the Presidents Day crowd (mostly bank and school district employees, I suppose) to give away bumper stickers and gift certificates to Sears. BUT - I think I've gone almost an entire year without listening to any FM radio, so my normal gripe is without much steam.
What I can gripe about, however: the fact that the opening day of boating season happens to fall on Cinco De Mayo. See, I live on a lake. In a neighborhood FULL of rich "boat people." My sister could offer a more succinct definition of boat people, but they're basically those wealthy Saab-driving types that don't so much spend time on their boats as they do congregating at happy hours with other Land-Rover-driving, boat-owning types to look self-important and under-tip the cocktail waitresses for all those rounds of salty dogs.
But one day of the year Boat People all get together out on the lake (a few feet from my living room window), drag their cabin cruisers out of dry dock and throw a 3-day long party, probably sponsored by Red Hook, celebrating their boat-owning superiority. They get a great kick out of lining up along the log boom for the big Opening Day parade and honking their big boat horns at one another allllll daaaaaay loooonnnggg. For three days.
This year, they've got the added gusto of a minor radio-station-friendly holiday to add to the generally self-important, traffic-clogging, washed-up-frat-brother nature of the entire shindig. SO, for the next two nights while their women hop from one boat to another swapping bottles of cab sauv and talking private school, I'll be listening to their honking boat horns, their laughing husbands, their drunk nephews and their step-children while trying to sleep...
Happy 5th.
Love those boat people.
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