Back in college, Tuesdays were an awesome day of the week: "2 for Tuesdays" meant 2 for 1's at Tjuan's, a popular Mexcian bar (where, on your b-day, they would pour tequila and margarita mix in your mouth for as long as you could take it; I did it one year on my birthday -- lasted about 9 seconds). Later, when I was in grad school and then after I was done with grad school but was sticking around teaching as an adjunct, Tuesdays were when a local band, Junction 51 played. And I was, well, a Junction Junkie. (It was at a Junction Tuesday that I met my husband, actually. A drunk friend spilled a full pitcher of beer on my lap, and my future husband was sitting at a nearby table. He was very helpful in securing some paper towels to help me dry out.)
So, yeah, Tuesdays used to rock. But now? Sheesh. A Tuesday is pretty lame. No running, cross training instead -- which is fine, I like a good walk, but I don't have anything special to report about it. And instead of hanging out at a bar listening to live music? We're watching "Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe" on Discovery and I'm learning more than I'm sure I need about cow poop. My excitement for the evening was a Dilly Bar.
Of course, that Dilly Bar was dang delicious.