my friday night trip to church

ok, i know most of you right now are like........robyn, friday night, and CHURCH?? don't you worry, the world is not coming to an end - i went to church for the italian festival! every year since um, last year, reggie & i have made it a tradition to go to the holy family italian festival the 1st friday its in town with the luague's. here's some snapshots of the night:


here are the two lovebirds, reggie & ray - with their pasta fagioli. for those that know a little italian, it is pronounced kind of like "pasta fahjool". funny story from last year's festival - reggie goes to order with the old italian ladies and says "can i have an order of pasta fa-gui-oh-lee?" the response he gets from ALL the old women: "oh-a my-a god! this-a guy said he wants-a pasta fa-gui-oh-lee! this-a guy! its-a pasta fahjool! pasta fahjool!" "ey jimmy, did you hear this-a guy?"







here is me and my boyfriend, xavier. he keeps it gangsta with his hood on and coors light. i sweaaaaaaaaar i'm not a bad influence! me? never.






here's elise and her bff's eating some pizza. after a fight broke out that night between some teenage girls, elise learned a valuable lesson from her mom, mela. "see what happens when you get into trouble elise? the police take you to jail. and if that happens - me and your dad and uncle reggie and auntie robyn will NOT bail you out. and see that girl with her stomach showing and white hoochie pants? if you EVER dress like that we will follow you around whenever you go out, or you will go to jail"


but, the highlight of my week and what i was dreaming about all day - ZEPPOLES!!!!! probably the greatest thing about carnivals next to the carnival itself. my week was complete, THE END!