I met Robbie through Adrian. For years, I called him “my brother’s friend” even though I considered him my friend as well. I like Robbie and get along with him well. The whole family (even extended) is cool with Robbie. He was the only non-cousin invited on the camping trip, excluding the plus-one significant others. Sadly, he backed out shortly before the trip and we wondered aloud how it would have been different with his presence. I felt really bad when I realized that I had never personally told Robbie I was engaged; he had to find out through Facebook. My tío Pancho is one of his biggest fans and regularly tells his daughters to invite Robbie to their parties. He brings the party.
I saw Robbie recently at Cain’s house for a little get together. There was beer, food, beer pong and wading in little Becka’s pool. And a story from Robbie.
As you can see, Robbie has a tattoo or two. They’re pretty neat and easy to notice. His toddler cousin saw Robbie’s tattoos and wanted one of his own. He asked his mom.
“Mom, can I get a tattoo?”
“Yes, but only after you get older and graduate from college. When you graduate from college, I’ll take you to get any tattoo you want.”
The toddler was satisfied with his mother’s answer.
Later, at a family gathering in East LA he noticed a heavily tattooed veterano (older, retired cholo).
The precocious toddler walked up to the man and asked innocently, “What college did you go to?”
We couldn’t stop laughing.
Thanks to Robbie for letting me post this.