By Janie Isidoro
Yes, I’ll admit it.
I have had six Coronas too many.
I’m at the moment where everything is hilarious and I love everyone. I hug random people and tell them how great life is. I hug my brother and tell him how much I love him and hate him for reading my diary when I was 15, baboso!
Cleaning up after Gema’s wedding is so much easier now that I’m drunk. I keep seeing Hector out of the corner of my eye, watching me. We have been friends since we were in 2nd grade.
He comes over next to me grabbing the glass bottles of Coronas from the tables, “Let’s get married.”
I try and look over at him but my eyes are having the hardest time adjusting to his face, “Whatever! Hurry up and pick up the bottles I want to rap!”
He starts laughing and keeps grabbing the bottles, “¡Pues oralé, rap!”
Dammit if these Coronas haven’t made me brave!
