Boooooya is a Puerto Rican Term meaning "Noise" and Buietel is no exception to the rule.

Last year, two of my friends, Anthony and Buietel, took a road trip to Shreveport. We wanted to get away and hit the gambling boats.

After we arrived and got settled in at the Shoney Big Boy Hotel, the fun began and the origin of Booooooooya.

Let me explain Buietel and Anthony. Buietel is a Puerto Rican guy and one of those people you just look at and laugh because of something he did in the past. He lived in Miami and the women love him.

Anthony is one of the neatest guys you will ever meet. A native New Yorker and comes complete with the accent. I have made fun of his accent so much, certain words I say sound just like him. Anyway, on with the story

Before going dancing that night, the three of us decided to get cleaned up. I took the first shower. It was great! I don't know what it is about taking a shower at a hotel, but I always get the water as hot as it will get. Why not? It's free. hahaha. It was Buietel's turn next.

Buietel turns the shower on. I am laying in one bed and Anthony is laying on the other. All the sudden noises start bellowing from the shower.

Most people just sing in the shower. Not Buietel. All the sudden, there is the sound of a cricket, then a bird, throw in a little singing and some other noises only he and his maker know where they came from. This went on for about 30 minutes. If there was a dirty cell on his body, he cleaned it. This is not why we call him booooooya.

Anthony and I are about to die laughing at his noises. Then it happens. The door knob turns and we are curious to see what kind of "things" are going to come running out of there. All the sudden the door slings open and he is standing there with a towel wrapped around him and yells (at the top of his lungs) Boooooooooya!!!!!.

That was all it took. I laughed so hard, I thought I was going to get sick.

After we get back from dancing (well, none of us danced), it was time for bed. Anthony was nice enough to take the cot. He was barely hanging on it. His legs were dangling from the bottom of the cot. And, I guess the night in Miami must have been cold, because our friend Boooooya turns the air down to minus 30 degrees.

In less than 30 minutes, it was so cold in the room, you could see your breath. Did we want to turn the air off? Who would be willing to take off their covers to make a dash for the air conditioner, risking hypothermia. We are men, none of us did.

Beside the fact my legs were numb from being frozen solid, Anthony's teeth chattering from the cold and Buietel snoring, we actually got some sleep. I was soooo excited to hear the alarm sound so someone would turn the air off. Buietel woke up and strolled over and turned it off

It was a real fun trip. If you get the chance to go to Shreveport, do it. I am not a big gambler and can't stand losing money. Very few of the boats have nickel slots, mainly quarters. If you are a small time gambler like me, go to Vegas and try your luck.

Next trip is Las Vegas!!!!!!!!!! Will let you know what happens...