Seize the Tuesday is a book blogger meme created by myself and the Let’s Get Lost Buddies Street Team, to share stories about how we’ve seized the Tuesday, with a special focus on the particular book we’re reading. We’ll share our posts online with the hashtag: #LetsAllGetLost.
The idea is to share little ways in which you may have embraced Bree’s motto of seizing the Tuesday. To relate it to books, you can talk about what book you’re reading, and how you stole some moments from the day to enjoy reading. It doesn’t have to be about reading, but we all know that a well-read day is a day seized. The idea is not just to help spread the word on LGL, but also to remind people to live fully, even/especially if that means spending a part of your day reading.
Today, I fly.
But before I go to the airport, that unofficial reader’s room with hundreds of global branches, I’m in a hookah cafe when Tuesday arrives. I’m in Las Vegas, and my friend has taken his leave, since he has to teach in the morning. I decide I’ll be staying up to finish reading Great Expectations, and maybe to watch the sunrise.
After about half an hour, a young couple walks in. They’re probably not a couple yet, judging by their conversation. Although the way they are both hungry and comfortable for each other’s touch makes it seem like they will soon be one. There’s almost no one else in the cafe, and the conditions are ideal for eavesdropping. They’re in perfect ear shot, the music isn’t loud, my book distracts me from the boring bits of their conversation, and allows me to block out the make out sessions that I don’t want to intrude on. Up until their date tonight, they did not know each other’s living situation, or if they had tattoos. I feel pretty confident they’d kissed before, but maybe not like this. Though I often cringe at PDA shoved in my face, theirs was somewhat sweet, and it feels like I’ve witnessed the beginning stages of something good.
I go through seventy pages or so- the most enjoyable parts of the book so far for me- while the couple remains, and then they pay their bill and go off to the rest of their night. I pay shortly after and take myself to an all-night Vietnamese restaurant in Vegas’s teeny Chinatown for a good bowl of pho, which is hard to find in Mexico City.
It’s 2:30 a.m, but my Tuesday’s just beginning. I’ve got 50 pages to go, and there’s a 24-hour Starbucks, plus Vegas has extraordinary sunrises. Unfortunately, the 24-hour Starbucks is closed for a deep cleaning, and rather than indulge in some gambling (which I’m tempted to do in the name of Seizing), I go back to my parents’ place to finish reading on the front patio in the perfect 70-degree night.
Two pages later, I start nodding off, and decide I will Seize by sleeping until the sunrise. When my alarm wakes me up at 6, I swipe it silent and sleep for another three hours.
Now I’m at McCarran International Airport. Slot machines ring out, people on computers, everyone on their phones. I bought myself a nice bottle of Scotch at the duty free store to celebrate turning in Never, Always, Sometimes last week. As soon as I post this, I will shut my computer, and finish reading Great Expectations, then move onto reading The Unfinished Life of Addison Stone by Adele Griffin. When I land in Mexico, maybe I’ll have a hookah with my roommate.
Sometimes, Seizing the Tuesday doesn’t exactly go as planned, and yet you can’t really find anything to complain about.