This being Monday morning, Friday is a ways away. To most that would be a depressing opener, but I’m here to propose an alternative that might brighten the work week! Chicagomag.com dating blogger Sarah Preston supports that Thursday is the new Friday. And yes, while there are plenty of hip hangouts, DJs and bar nights that support this newfound high holy day, I like to venture a bit deeper into the workweek, to where no Chicago weekender has gone before. That’s right, nestled 3 days from Saturday and 3 days before Friday like an unsung half-birthday, I have discovered Tuesday. Don’t tell too many people or this bohemian night with its cheap drinks will turn into something like a Wicker Park, and we’ll be forced to push it to Wednesday. But while it’s our secret, I thought I’d let you in on a host of colorful characters one can meet on a Tuesday night at your favorite sparsely populated bar!

A) The Industry Professional: aka My Homies. Burnt-out after a night on their feet, they are more than willing to throw a few back and celebrate the new Friday. Fortunately, bars like The Funky Buddha know how hard it is out there for a waiter, and have highlighted Tuesday nights with their Outdanced series with guest DJs and $1 mango shots. Or if you prefer more of a film noir vibe, join me and my compatriots on the streets of Boystown after 2am as we bang on the locked doors of our last resorts.

B) The Local Drunk: Unappreciated and Over- Ridiculed, this gem of a bar-goer could use a drinking buddy on these cold Tuesday nights. Or at least someone to sing along to some jukebox James Taylor. And if the girls out there are going “Eww gross no way you want me to talk to HIM!?” I say give it a chance. He’s likely to be far more willing than any of the gents you’re going after, and won’t be afraid to walk right up to you and tell you how damn pretty you are to your face. Just don’t expect a “free drink”

C) Blind-Date leftovers. For some reason, that 8 o’clock martini date went awry. He wouldn’t get off his Blackberry, she wouldn’t get off her ex, etc. By some twist of fate, one or the other is leftover, bummed and looking for a rebound. That’s when you swoop in with your sympathetic charm, unhook her arm from the local drunk and lend an understanding ear to the slew of reasons she should have stayed in tonight. But you, with your charming smile, will turn her night around with a drink or two, a dance, and a light at the end of the tunnel for the formerly dating-blind. Even though you might have two left feet and chronic post- nasal drip, she won’t notice or care when your only competition was a slimy disappointment who didn’t look anything like his match.com picture.

See? Plenty of options for this former nondescript night. And it’s only a mere day away! So cheer up, Chicago, I just made Tuesday the new Thursday! Or is it the new Wednesday… which might soon become the new Monday…. So…Sunday, anyone?

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