Cinco de Mayo - celebrating a holiday I know nothing about

Last year for Cinco de Mayo, my very amazing friend Amy made plans with yours truly to do dinner at a local Mexican restaurant to have some celebratory drinks.  I have no idea what celebrating Cinco de Mayo is all about, but I do know that I love Mexican food, and I have a deep passion for margaritas.

We went to a local place knowing that it would be a challenge and a half to get seated in a hurry, but as there were only 2 of us, we figured the wait can't be too bad.  We were wrong.  An hour and a half later they stick the 2 of us in a booth suited for 4, but it was getting late in the evening so there wasn't too much of a line behind us.  Now, it's important to know that at this particular time I was on crutches.  I had just had my second hip surgery roughly three weeks before, so I had my gimp equipment with me, but I was elated to be out of the house.

Amy and I ordered dinner and, of course, a big pitcher of the sinfully delicious margarita!  We were about half way through the pitcher when, during our normal conversation, we would hear the gentlemen in the booth behind us making some strange noises or be in an uproar of laughter.  We didn't think much of it, but at this point we were aware that there were at least 3 guys in the booth behind me (that we could not see into because they're closed booths with walls behind the seats).  Well, we were about to head out and waste about half of a pitcher when the guy directly behind me in the booth accidentally knocked over my crutches that were resting in the area between his booth and ours.  He immediately grabbed them and apologized profusely.  It turns out they were contemplating leaving as well, but upon knocking over my gimp equipment, he decided to take the opportunity to strike up conversation.  All three guys snatched chairs from the tables around us and pulled them up to our booth to sit and talk.  They were alright guys, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s.  They were well mannered and a little drunk, but all around nice.  They offered to buy us a pitcher, but when we told them we couldn't finish ours, they helped us out and drank some of it while starting conversation.

Amy and I were asking the guys about what they did, who they were, and the typical things that encompass normal conversation.  However, one of the guys in the group was announced as being a doctor, but what type of practitioner wasn't mentioned at all.  When pressed about it, he declined to answer as well.  The way he held conversation about physical therapy and medication made Amy and I believe that he was, in fact, somewhere in the sports medicine field.  Not knowing that I have a fairly crude sense of humor, the guy looked surprised and was in an uproar of laughter when I said, "he's probably a proctologist but doesn't want to admit it.  I mean, who wants to say they're a butt doctor?"

All the guys were laughing and grab-assing about the statement, but he took the time to assure me he was straight, which was something I never questioned.  I took that as a flirt, to be honest, and Amy and I started rolling with the punches.  We were busting their balls left and right about being straight and proctology.  I'm not sure how it came up, but I believe Amy asked if he was a Gynecologist.  He started laughing and said something to the effect of: "with all the snatch I get you'd think I was."  I, then, exclaimed that he wasn't a licensed doctor at all!  He was a "recreational gynecologist."

Thus began the evening with the guys that we didn't know and never saw again.  We sat and laughed about recreational gynecology and what all that would encompass, and the types of "patient to doctor" conversation that might occur.  This all lasted for about 45 minutes, but the conversation definitely resonated through the night.  Amy and I met up with our group of boys after that and were still laughing about the medical hobby to ourselves like little kids do when they have a secret or an inside joke.  We tried to explain it to our boys, but they didn't find it nearly as funny as we did.  I'll attest that they were just jealous they didn't think of it first...