Cervezas to Go Around Bracolla Faith Peters
Senior, English Spanish (Minor) Facebook: Bracolla Traylor
Today everything feels stale. The floor of heaven is shut up in a deathly gray. María Amora Vasquez wonders eyes turned up toward el cielo in hopes for an answer that she doesn’t get. South Normandie Ave. hums below her with the familiar sounds of car stereos with 808 beats and high school students leaving their band and dance team practices. María looks back to the moment where all of her mistakes and pitfalls began: the party. She and a few of her guy friends from the university decided to have a party in one of the frat houses off campus. María knew all of the frat guys, being the president of the only Latina sorority on campus. It was the weekend after midterms. The night was live and there were plenty of cervezas to go around. The lights at the fiesta were a mixture of reds, yellows, and blues. The familiar sweet smell of weed invaded everyone’s lungs and intensified the natural high of the night. 48