noches en el pueblo con mis primas
Que nos digan que somos unas locas.
Nos vale.
“Al cabo que vida solo hay una,”
Nos dicimos entre mis primas y yo.
For all of us to be en el pueblo at the same time is a blessing
Y por eso hay que hacer peda cada que se pueda.
Ya va terminando el baile and we’re not wanting the music to stop. andamos bien entradas en el baile, que ni nos damos cuenta de la hora — corto a la música — ¿y ahora? my primas and I are in one of those moods when you don’t want the party to end. you’re tipsy and want to keep the vibe going… “pa donde?” repeated between all of us as we’re trying to think of whose house we’re going to. For context, we’re in our cute lil pueblo for la fiesta de enero and there are no bars or clubs we can go to. We quickly put together a plan: stop for more drinks, get to our prima’s house and vibe. My primas and I climb into our boy cousin’s truck bed and hang on while we drive off. we're zoooooominnnn. The music is loud and we’re all singing along to the lyrics to the top of our lungs with drink in hand. “¡YAAAAAAAAA SUPÉRAME!!” comes out like it’s been brewing within us all night. i give my cousin a side hug and clank my drink with hers. I take a big ass sip and continue with, “¡PORQUE YO YA TE OLIVDE!”...the entire group feeling like we rehearsed this shit, like fr. Cada una dolida en este momento, even if we really aren’t. Like I said, it’s all vibes over here. having these moments with my primas remind me of the unique sisterhood I share with them. All of us from different cities, either living en el pueblo, la ciudad or in the states, we are still connected by our families y el pueblo. we built circles of joy with one another, we are safety, and cycle breakers. las viejas locas. once we get to my prima’s house, My primas and I keep the party going with laughs, snacks, and karaoke. similar to the car ride, the music plays and we just scream out the lyrics we kind of know. We laugh and laugh about the wild shit that happened en el baile, “el guey andaba reglando dinero!! No puedo creer que me subi al encenario!! Te pasas!!” We make jokes about the regañada we’ll be getting from our mom’s in the morning. “al cabo que vida solo hay una.” Todo es relajo. Before the night ends, we have a moment that happens naturally. We hype each other up, my prima Mary going first:
"No manches maná, eres mi idolo,"
Me dice mi prima.
Las dos muriendo de la riza.
Un guey pa el baile,
Y otro pa el after.
(El after, a poem from sad gurl hourz)
