Livin La Vida Loca

It only seemed like we had been at the party five minutes when everybody started leaving, I looked at the clock it was 4am. Only a few of us remained. One of mother’s gay Spanish friends was attempting to teach us a little Spanish. Mother nodded along before slinking off to the kitchen to make a phone call. Little did we know she was ringing somebody she should not be ringing. I shan’t say who but she had stolen the number from somebody’s phone and in her drunken state had decided it would be a good idea to ring them. Did I mention they were Spanish and didn’t speak a word of English? Lee and I watched her from the kitchen door. “Hola! Hablo Inglés? No?” the conversation didn’t go much further than that, but she did surprisingly well. We returned back to our new found Spanish friend, Kylie was playing quietly in the background.


We spent the next five minutes explaining what “You’ve got it, you’re wow, wow, wow, wow” meant. We then began asking what the Spanish in I Know You Want Me and Livin La Vida Loca meant.
“Livin La Vida Loca? Living the crazy life!”

The sprinklers came on and we all ran inside. Mother picked up her lighter and started looking for her cigarettes. Our Spanish friend held up a joint to her. “Want some of this?”
“Is that a normal cigarette?” she asked eyeing it up carefully.
“Marijuana”
“No Marijuana!” she exclaimed “Sí…” she paused and noticed her cigarettes on the table outside. “Si Superkings!”

Her Spanish consists of numbers (needed for shopping) yes and no (needed for haggling) and words like large (for ordering drinks). It amuses me.

“No Marijuana, Si Superkings!” I heard her shout impatiently again.

We managed to drag her out of the door a few hours later as the sun began to rise. “Livin La Vida Loca.” Lee said as we started walking back home.
“Livin La Vida Loca.” I agreed.