I do not sleep nap. So I can be dead that I am unable to sleep after eating. And if it's on the couch just yet. Ever, encouraged by the image that is endearing to see all family members scattered across the sofa snoring, which reminds me that the BBC documentary about lions in the savannah, I tried to give me a nap and I got in bed asleep to finish watching Madagascar, who specializes in Olympic-class naps. And almost better not sleep because I've ever gotten I woke up with a bad body that made me think there was transmuted into boa and was doing the digestion of a grown-up baby elephant. And a face, of course, a bad caraaaaa ... a ojeraaaaas ... signals of the pillow everywhere ... ugh, I can not even remember. Eli no. Eli instead was an afternoon siesta and appears after blooming, fresh, rosy, wonderful death. That afternoon
Eli took the chimney cleaning (do not know how he, with the voices we were hitting all) and went to sleep a nap that left her papers to list all afternoon but especially for bingo, which was what she wanted. A bingo me not ever called me the attention, really. Is one of those games like Parcheesi, which always makes me wonder what the people see them as fun. Or just for fun, because what is to me are deadly. And bingo, also stressful than that of having to find the numbers on the board to race me look bad for the nerves. So bingo ever. And yet the people do not know why, you have a tremendous fondness bingo, until programming is part of "sport" on local food, rope pulls, frog game, petanque, and bingo . Man, I understand that the old is not going to get to play to pull the rope, which then fall down and break all, and Bingo is a much more quiet, but any day will cause an accident, the drivers find it peculiar that at the very least see a bingo in the middle of a field and get to watch, and get distracted, and over one end falling to the wayside.
Eli rose from a nap, found that lettuce was not intimidated traveling dangerously with Cobeja but was conveniently safe in the fridge, I smiled and said "pull, let's go to bingo, I feel like a lot "and I could not say no. And off we went, with pockets full of coins. On the way we met my cousin Anderson, who wore a bandage aparatosísimo chin.
- What happened?
- Nothing, I fell playing racquetball, and I have missed some points.
- Ah, what will it hurt?
- No, no way, not anymore. Also, when I went to the clinic, the emergency doctor looked at me and asked if I was in Bilbao. "And then?" I replied. And I said if I would be sleeping across the chin, but to put them Bilbao points without anesthesia.
- Hala! What did you say? - I was laughing inside because there are only hear to know that Anderson is "the same Bilbao, then."
- Well, how would you to say yes.
- What gave you the points without anesthesia??
- Piece of fucking, plenty of points as well. Of course, after that I think dolorcillos otherwise nothing.
The town house was chock-full, we had to sit in a window. Eli bought a carton and pulled a pen from his pocket, which was preparadísima.
- Do you want a carton, Gin?
- No, no, I am not going bingo, it seems a bit stressful to find that the numbers at full speed, and such ... leave, I look.
and began bingo. Entry made me laugh to see Justa, who was in charge that day the game, so solemn, that spoke to all of you as if they were complete strangers (and in a village as small as this are all family) and said things like "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will proceed to begin ... and proceed immediately. " The plastic drum turned and turned, and began to drop the ball. And Fair began singing the numbers. I got tense thinking that I was going to escape half.
- Twelve! ...
- Twenty! ...
- Forty! ...
At first I thought I was losing most of the numbers, but no. Just took his time and between the numbers could go quietly to bathroom (to your home, there is not), take a Charlita by phone (in the unlikely event that there was coverage in the village), marinated wild boar, or hair rizarte quietly. Just as I thought it was so slow because it is the beginning, and as soon cogiera the trick the thing would be faster, but what goes.
- If you see that I'm going too fast and I do say so more slowly.
flipped, and even more so when I heard a plaintive little voice kept saying:
- Ay, ay, I've lost again. Eli
scoring numbers sparingly as we chatted by bajini as not to distract the other players, who frantically sought the numbers on their cards without which today we are clear what was causing such a frenzy.
- Twenty-two, the two ducks! ... - Just wait even longer if someone wanted reirle the joke. Neither case, of course, already very light.
leeeeeeeentamente numbers were leaving (veeeeeeeeery leeeeeeentamente) and as in the cartoons was having tachaduritas the expectation of a line translated into a light background murmullito.
- Ahívalahostiacoño! See if you can shut up, dammit, you do not hear a damn and so no There are those who hear the fucking numbers! Shut your milk, you seem a fucking old!
I looked around and thought what would it seem, if the average age was over seventy years. The old rioted because they had been called old. One, who never heard the numbers, asked the others to tell him what happened. Eli leaned over and whispered.
- This is all the same Bilbao is not it?
- No, no way, this is of Burgos, but as if it were.
The thing is resolved soon because it just ignores the angry and continued to sing the numbers. So shut up all. Two balls after a shouted "line !!!", and then Severino sang five numbers bingo. The lucky winner went to the table, the president checked (that said, he was going "to proceed to verify the check on the correctness of bingo proclaimed) that the numbers were as they should be, and paid (" proceed to pay ") to the winner is touching him.
- Well, thank goodness they have sung and bingo because there were only two balls in the drum.
- What??
- That there were only two balls and hype, so I had to leave the bingo now.
- Gin, how will be only two balls in the drum if you have not left half of the numbers?
Eli taught me the ticket practically virgin erasure. As I had said, only two balls remaining in the drum enjauladitas. Surprised, the other looked at their cards even without rallajones. The whispers began to spread, although this time no one protested, until he heard a voice:
- but love, if there are loads of balls into the box! That he had not gotten into the hype!
murmurs ended and gave way to comments aloud accompanied by such Wiggles head I imagine that they are not dislocated all the neck because they are more accustomed to these shocks so violent. Just went white, began to stutter, he took the aforementioned ball of the box, and looked at the crowd with his lower lip trembling and his eyes completely dumplings with tears, as if the public, rather than requiring the return Severino amount of bingo, was demanding the head of the Bingueros on a tray Sanjuanera. Severino opposed some resistance nougat, which he knew very well that what he played was to return the pasta, but then dropped the twenty eurazos. And everything went back to normal. Well, minus the little voice is just, it sounded shaky when he proclaimed that it was appropriate loss to begin again at bingo. Eli looked at me with a smile from ear to ear.
- proceed to buy a ticket, Gin?
- proceed, proceed.
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