Tuesday is about the worst day you could have picked to have a national holiday. Seriously, who let this happen? We have proposed constitutional amendments against gay marriage and flag burning, but nothing prohibiting our independence day from landing on the second day of the workweek?
I have a long standing theory about this: Monday there’s enough of the weekend left to talk about, Wednesday you’re half-way done, Thursday there’s a glimmer of fun to come (as well as happy hours becoming appropriate again) and Friday there’s palpable hope of sleeping late, Coffee on the couch and bike rides in the hill country. Tuesday is the breakfast taco with too much egg, the $50 bottle of wine with a rotten cork. It’s the party crasher of days of the week.
History can back me up here, (or at least the Greeks can) :
In the Greek world, Tuesday (the day of the week of the Fall of Constantinople) is considered an unlucky day. The same is true in the Spanish-speaking world, where a proverb runs En martes, ni te cases ni te embarques (On Tuesday, neither get married nor begin a journey). (Wikipedia)
Seriously, it’s like having the 4th today is like having another Sunday night stuck in the middle of your work week. That’s no fun. Surely there’s someone we can invade to get this corrected.