Robbie Gras is the celebration of one man's birth, a man so great that he will one day rule the world. A man so great that he gets his own holiday, which will one day be national.
That man is Rob Cerio. I'm lucky enough to call him my friend.
I met Rob on a
I jokingly blame Rob for the demise of my college career (since we all know that I dropped out because I got dumped) but I very fondly remember the days that he would invite me to the Flambeau Room for paneed chicken. "Rob, I have to go to class." "Dude, paneed chicken." "Rob, I have to go to class." "Dude." "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
My first Robbie Gras was basically awesome. I was deemed the official beer wench for the week of ceremonies, and I hosted the official Robbie Gras Ball with my co-host Andy. I remember thinking that Robbie Gras is perilously close to Mardi Gras, and I wondered when the Mardi Gras would be on Robbie Gras. Today is the day. I've remembered that date for 9 years.
Rob, I've gotten in more trouble with you and gotten in more fights with you than nearly anyone I've ever known. I've also gotten more love from you and had more fun with you than nearly anyone I've ever known. You're my big brother, and I'm more glad than you'll ever know that you've found happiness in a very, very special woman. I wish I could've been there today to celebrate Robbie Gras with you and the Krewe of Kahunah. I promise I'll make it up to ya.
Everyone (and I do mean EVERYONE that is reading this), shout out a big HAPPY ROBBIE GRAS in the comments! Do it!