Oh, Tuesday II

Days till Hull: 9
Days till Christmas: 14

I seem to have quite a few posts with the title "Oh, Tuesday." Tuesday has quickly become that day - that terrible in-between day, where nothing makes sense, your bed is crying for you, and somehow you end up sleeping at your desk with a sharpie in one hand, a pen in the other, and a pair of scissors between your teeth. No, seriously, what project was I possibly working on before that nap?

Back in college, Tuesday was Tuesday!!!! the kick-off to the week's drinking festivities. Initially it was Frat House Tuesdays!!!! where we'd crack open some Pabst Blue Ribbon's and start chugging around 3pm, never once considering stopping before 3am. Those were the days of Pi Kapp and the fabulous convenience of Becca and I not only dating brothers, but brothers who lived on the fabulous fourth floor and happened to live right across the hall from each other. We could drink until our legs gave out, then have a guaranteed place to crash. If that doesn't say "couples' bliss" then I just don't know what does.

Just your Typical DC Tuesday Night Frat Party

Once we finally hit 21, it became Happy Hour Tuesdays!!!! where we'd go to McFadden's or 51st State, drink dollar beers or $2 cranberry vodkas, get wasted by 7pm, and spend the rest of the night hitting on bar patrons, falling out of booths, and voyaging across campus for pizza (or stopping by Papa John's to buy a large cheese and eat it on the way home. For reals.) Tuesdays broke the week up nicely, and got you ready for Hump Day Wednesday!!! drinking, which in turn prepared you for Thirsty Thursdays!!!! aka The Unofficial Beginning of the Weekend. Especially for me, since I think I had Friday classes perhaps 2 out of my 8 semesters at school, and I never actually went to those classes anyway.

Now, however, Tuesdays are the bane of my existence. Sure, there's amazing TV on from 9pm-11pm (House and Nip/Tuck, anyone?) but all that waiting beforehand is just brutal.

Monday's are horrific because they signal the end of the weekend (and yet another morning where I have to get up before 8am) but everyone feels the need to be super productive on those days, and somehow force themselves to face the seemingly unending week that's stretching on before them. Wednesdays are better because they're "hump day" and going to Happy Hour is not only acceptable, but even strongly encouraged - it is the tail end of the week, after all. Thursdays are soclose!!!!!! and Fridays mean the beginning of the weekend.

But Tuesday? We should call it Noday (see what I did right there?) because it is, indeed, a "no" day. It has none of the productivity of Monday, only the horrific sinking feeling that week is never going to end. It has none of the budding excitement of Wednesday, none of the hopeful feeling of Thursday, and none of the vast relief of Friday. It is the worst day of the week.

And it is today. At least I have Nip/Tuck to somewhat save the day. If only House were new, too.


Your Survival Tip of the Day
How to Survive a Tuesday

Step 1: Motivation. Pick a prize to bestow upon yourself for surviving the day. A new pair of shoes, that purse you've been drooling over, or a kilo of the good stuff are all great motivators to spur you on and keep you going.

Step 2: If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home. Plan a fun night with the girls - a cheap Happy Hour to look forward to, some movies to watch, or a rousing game of Ritualized Sacrifice. This is also highly productive and will get some of that heavy stress off your shoulders.

Step 3: Consider therapy. Nothing screams "On the up-and-up!" like an hour long session with a mind massaging shrink. Work out your hatred for the 9-6 grind, and indulge in the feeling that, even for one hour, someone in this world loves you.

Step 4: Fake an illness. Top "Get Out of Work" illnesses are Stomach Flu (no one wants to think about the implications of that one), Migraine, AIDs, Fascism, and Ebola. Also popular around this time of year is the Zombie virus, as it's also productive: everyone who's ever seen Dawn of the Dead knows Zombies congregate at malls, so you may as well get your Christmas shopping done while you're playing hooky.