It was a hot winter's day in Tallahassee Florida. Two bored co-workers, Chris Cantey
and Erni Walker
, sat in an office pretending to edit video footage of an insurance seminar. To take a break from the monotony of escrow lectures, they decided to play with the random word generator on Chris's website. It summoned the holy combination of Meat-Week. They decided it would be a holiday during which BBQ was eaten every night of the week. It was scheduled for two Sundays later (the day after Sorcerer Day), which happened to be the last Sunday in January.
As the coming event was hyped for the following week, friends laughed at the two prophets as though this was a joke. As the week actually arrived, many phone calls and emails ensued. "Hey, are you guys still doing that BBQ thing tonight?" The reply always came back affirmative. The nightly gathering gained steam, new friendships were forged and traditions evolved. When it ended as it began, at Sonny's Real Pit BBQ, everyone involved knew for sure that these traditions would last forever.
And so it was that in the year of our meat, 2005, as ordained by the patron saint Sonny and materialized by the humble prophets Erni and Chris, that Meat Week descended from the cosmos and took its rightful place on the throne as The Holiday That Time Forgot. Welcome to It.
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