Although commonly believed to have originated in Mexico that piñata actually came from Europe, according to the all-knowing, invaluable resource Wikipedia. The Spanish took it to Mexico where they pimped the shit out of it and made it what it is today.
There were no piñatas at the birthday parties of my childhood but now they’re pretty popular at kid’s parties.
They are a fun activity, they are cultural, and mostly they keep the kids entertained for 20 minutes so you can hook into the cheap knock-off Corona you bought at ALDI.
We had a piñatastrophe this year.
It was too heavy and tore off its rope binding in a matter of minutes but it was still whole. Then one of the manly men fixing it royally rooted it by standing on the strings that open it up completely.
We MacGuyvered the shit out of that thing because we were not ready for the game to be over. Not by a long shot. We hadn’t even really got to the raucous bit.
We fixed that piñata good and went on to piñata joy.
I actually don’t rate a party without a piñata.
Why so harsh, you ask?
Because watching children get all Lord of the Flies over a piñata is the funniest thing ever. It just never gets old.
The lolly lust builds, their resolve hardens and they bash the crap out of that papier mache creation just dying to bust into the sweet, forbidden contents inside.
I didn’t take many pictures at all of the kid’s birthday party on Saturday because I decided to take the day off….except for the piñata.
Piñata is serious business.
This is the face of piñata.