Cinco de Onze!---a brief thought

I didn't really celebrate Cinco de Mayo, because for some reason nobody in Washington Heights really raises the roof for it. I guess it's not as big among Dominicans as it is in the Southwest. (Either that, or it's a million times harder to get fireworks, which I can imagine.) However, in an effort to find something undistracting to listen to today while continuing to plug away at this oppresively sloppy book of crossword puzzles, I discovered that my cable system has several channels that play only music---including what it calls Latin Pop. Bueno! Better late than never. I listened to it all day, and I invented only one thing, which I hereby share with everyone.

The Spanish-Language Rock Music Drinking Game

1. Whenever someone says "corazon," take a drink.

That's it, but it's enough. What's great about it is that you don't even need to know the language. But take small sips, or you'll have the spins in ten minutes. You can always hear it, because it's impossible to hide. It lumbers along in every lyric like a Mylar balloon stapled to an eel. Face it: the Spanish language got screwed when it was inventing words for its love poetry. "Corazon" is as crappy a rhyme word in Spanish as "love" is in English. But the good news is I got some crosswords done. I only wish I'd had a little more time to write posts. This crossword book is the polar opposite of the bee's knees.