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It’s become a sort of tradition to post this photo of M in honor of Cinco de Mayo every year. After all, who do you think put the sex in Sexican, or the Mm in Mexican? Exactly. Since I’ve the great fortune of being her honorary Mexican wife – adept now at making the homemade chilaquiles she likes better than any she’s tried before, making sure there are always lemons in the house, taking her dutifully to the Laney Flea or Int’l for her frequent and dire need to consume massive bags of mango, cucumber or watermelon slices drenched in chili powder and lemon, or to Tamarind or El Pollo Loco or anyplace with a mole that won’t make her scoff (the list is LONG, yo) – and because I’ve been temporarily, let’s hope, kicked off Facebook, let’s start celebrating here.

Lousy weather or not, it’s Cinco de Mayo, damn it and we won’t be deterred!

Let’s all raise our boozy tequila shots or bottles of delicious Mexican beer to Mexico and our favorite Sexican ever:

When: Saturday, Jan. 31st, 2009.

Femme What: Black velvet frock trimmed with embroidered ribbon, Free People. White tank by Mimi & Coco. Boots from Lamica, black ribbon headband from Target and skull-and-pearls necklace by Betsey Johnson.

Femme Scent: Vera Wang’s Princess, with notes as follows: Water Lily, Lady Apple, Mandarin Meringue, Golden Apricot Skin, Ripe Pink Guava, Tahitian Flower, Wild Tuberose, Dark Chocolate, Pink Frosting Accord, Precious Amber, Forbidden Woods, Royal Musk Captive, Chiffon Vanilla. I like this for a sweet and girly casual day scent that’s not too cloying or heavy. It’s nice and light, with enough going on to keep it from being boring and really good staying power.

Femme Confession: It appears, quite tragically, that I am not a fan of scotch. ‘Tis a pity! M brought a rather nice bottle home last night, along with heart-shaped chocolates from local chocolatiers Joseph Schmidt and wee tiles of solid milk and dark chocolate from Charles Chocolates! Perhaps it’s just the Islay variety – something in the peatiness, maybe – but not only did the taste not sit well with me, just the whiff off the cork made me feel boozy right away! Anyway, here’s an invitation to come visit us and help M drink this very lovely bottle of Lagavulin 16-Year Scotch:

Tomboy What: RVCA jeans, white guayabera bought in Old San Juan, PR. Mahogany Italian boots that are totally falling apart bought I have no idea where, vintage Yves Saint Laurent sangria tie with sea horsies bought at the bombass flea market.

Tomboy Confession: I woke up craving chilaquiles in green sauce even though I mostly only ever eat the kind in red sauce, so we went to Citron for brunch. They came with pulled pork and a very spicy salsa. I feel great about my breakfast, and am looking forward to the samosa parade later, and sliders tomorrow. The skinny one is not wearing underwear. There is scotch in the liquor cabinet. This sports weekend is going spectacularly!