I don't know about ya'll, but I think Tuesdays are the worst day of the week. Saturday and Sunday are no brainers for being the best days, and Friday comes in right after that, since it is the last day of the work week. Monday is supposed to suck, so everyone is used to it. Wednesday and Thursday mean you are more than halfway done with the work week. Leaving just Tuesday behind. It is not quite half way through the week. Saturday is still a long way off. And yet it is not Monday so you cannot complain anymore that the weekend was too short. All in all, Tuesdays are a drag.
Which is why I believe so many people and college-town bars have implemented "Taco Tuesday." It's fun to say and you get to have some little gem of a tradition to look forward to every Tuesday night.
Not that Mr. G and I do a Taco Tuesday night. We don't. Maybe someday, but for now we just grit our teeth and deal with stupid Tuesday.
Until tonight. Tonight, on the first Tuesday of February, on the eve of the worst snow storm in a long time (according to all weather reports), after a long day of work, Mr. G and I are spicing up Tuesday. And not with the usual Taco Tuesday. No, tonight we will be having...LOBSTA TUESDAY.
Thats right, folks. Lobster. On a Tuesday. Because, hell, why not spend our hard earned money on something that takes a lot of energy and hard work to eat? We might dress to the nines and eat our lobster via candlelight at a table for two in our little condo. But more realistically, we will spread out newspaper all over the floor, put on our ratty pajamas and make a mess. We will savor the over-priced crustacean on a Tuesday night and pretend that we didn't just spend an entire tank of gas on our dinner. And it will be glorious.
I may be a granny, but it is nice to live a little!