You ain’t never done karaoke till you’ve done it in a mental hospital, everyone dancing around in doubled up gowns or green scrubs…
She was singing Party Rock Anthem in Spanish because that’s the version that made the most sense, on her back kicking like she was bicycling to the moon.
All we could do was catcall and clap like Elvis was in the building.
We both straight but I proposed like I wasn’t, ring invisible and miraculous. They had to tell us to stop holding hands (we were laughing our heads off). She got a husband but loony bin marriages are different. Our maid of honor wore white tennis shoes.
“Ese es mi esposa”
All she could say was “Felicitaciones.”
Told her I was going to eat the sun and I think she believed me. I still call her up to make sure he’s treating her well, told them about the bruises but they said she was lying about where.
Crazy in love. Spanglish valentine’s daydream. The purest love I’ve ever felt.