This is
dedicated to anyone who has been around me when I’m hungry. You are all saints.
Lately,
I’ve been waking up TEMPRANITO.
((Break in the story: By tempranito I mean 8 am. I’ve had debates with Hugo many a times on
what exactly tempranito is. The other night he asked me what I had planned for
the next day. I told him I was waking up tempranito. He gave me his Hugo glare
and bellowing voice “Brielle, 8am is not TEMPRANITO, 6am is, pues.” Ok Hugo,
who died and made you ruler on what is early and what is not? To each her/his
own. ))
So,
anyways, I woke up early yesterday and guzzled down 3 cups of Dunkin Donuts
coffee on an empty stomach. Ah, the taste of home. Thirty minutes later I felt
like I was having a heart attack and I couldn’t sit still. I was going to be
spending the day in one of the annexes of Vice, and the extra caffeine was
helping… until of course the inevitable crash.
Oh and
did I crash. I was cranky, sunburnt, and uh-oh… hungry. I was so irritable that
on the entire hour car ride home through the desert I was thinking of the
quickest food I could prepare to suck down. However, everyday when I come home
Hugo is there to welcome me and ask me to check his email for him, get my clean
clothes out of his room and tell me every detail about his day. Not. Right.
Now. Hugo.
Let me
preface this also by saying… this is not the first time this has happened.
Hugo was
learning. He saw immediately in my eyes and heard in my voice that I was in the
“Brielle -hasn’t- eaten –all- day- don’t- speak -to –her- until -she –has- food
–in- her- mouth- no –she- will- not- sit- at -the –table- and- yes- she- will- eat-
it- with- her- hands –because- she- can’t- find -silverware” mood. Before he could
even tell me to go downstairs and eat I said, “Yes, I’m starving, I haven’t
eaten all day”. Then I got the look. The look I dread.
Rosa. Is.
Not. Home.
Sure, I
have tons of lettuce in the fridge and some oatmeal mom sent from home. Nothing
I knew would satisfy the hunger I had. I pouted the whole way down the ladder
(yes we have a large ladder that goes into our kitchen in the back) hoping that
Rosa had saved something from lunch. Nope, she left for the chakra and forget
about her beloved hija.
Now Hugo
is laughing. Oh no you don’t Hugo. This is not the time or the place to be laughing
at me. I will cut you up into pieces, marinate you and throw you on the gas
stove with some papas fritas as a side. Just as I finished fantasizing about a
Hugo sandwich I heard these words “Brielle I have food for you. My mom told me
you ask to try some of this yesterday. We brought it down in a tupper for you.”
JESSICA’S (my site mate) HOST BROTHER THEN HANDED OVER A WHOLE PLATE OF FOOD.
I looked
up and Hugo was in shock.
“Tienes
suerte, Brielle, tienes mucho suerte.”
Why do I have luck must you ask? As Hugo put it “You scream and pout about being hungry and food just magically appears prepared for you.”
Yes, I
was being a baby, but I was hungry.
Let’s not
forget that Hugo stood next to me (like I said I don’t sit) and was eating some
of my food. He only got away with this after bringing a large bottle of Inca
Kola to share.
… and
everyone lived happily ever after without a Hugo sandwich.
“You are
like the world’s most annoying Tamogachi”
- Lucas Stellar
Until next time,
Brielle