Those Damn Huaraches

Don't you at the end of a long day want to come home to you castle and just chill? Well I had this in mind for today. That is until I pull and park my car next to my building. There is a nice little house right next door to my building, unassuming in nature. But why as I walk to go in the side door do I hear this damn pinyata music (Mexican/Latin music) playing all loud. Mind you it is 4:45 in the afternoon and I don't want to hear all that noise. Unfortunately for me my window faces right out over the house. Damn I'm pissed. It's not even May yet and the Huaraches (Mexican/Latinos/Hispanics) are already cooking out. They will continue this behavior until the first frost of Fall.

Not let me give you some background here. About 3 years ago this small family moves into this house. It was three adults and two children. At first I could tell what language they were speaking but I knew it wasn't English. Lightweight thought they were speaking Arabic or something. sidebar: she thought everyone was a terrorist back then. After a month or so I figured out it was Spanish they were speaking. Okay cool I thought to myself. But, damn then it happened. As soon as they got use to their surrounds - Huaraches just started popping out the woodwork like frikin roaches. I swear. They would cook out every single day weather permitting (and even sometimes when it wasn't cook weather) and stay out until the wee hours of the night. I guess that is how they do.

Now I'm off in the summer and I likes to get my sleep on whenever possible so I don't need any disturbances before 9:30-10:00 am. But WHY, why did they let a baby Huarache outside early in the morning yelling at the top of her lungs. This went on for one entire summer. I was so tempted to call child protective services on their asses, but I was persuaded not to. Damn I should have went with my instinct to call, then maybe I would be writing this blog to day cause their Huarache asses would have been deported back to wherever the hell they came from.

About two months ago I'm chilling at home minding my own business when I hear fire engines coming down the block. I'm like "oh Shit" it sounds like they are stopping at my building." I look out my window and see them pull up in front of Huarache central. I'm like "awe hell no this can't be happening." Mind you my car is parked directly in front of their house. I'm think the place better not blow. Next thing I notice is firemen going in and out. This goes on for about 30 minutes or so. No flames, no smoke, nothing. Whew I'm glad, but I'm still puzzled as to why the fire trucks were called. When the family was given the okay to go back in, don't you know I counted at least 15 people. About 9 adults and 6 children. And some of the women were pregnant. See just like roaches.

So can you understand my grip when I cam home today. It's not even like the food they cook smells good. It must taste like lighter fluid cause that is all I ever smell.