Quote of the Day:
“I never did like to work and I don’t deny it. I’d rather read, tell stories, crack jokes, talk, laugh–anything but work.” –Abraham Lincoln
TB hears all the time, “TB, I love Third Week. I’m spreading the word and most everyone wants to participate. But how does one celebrate this new holiday? After all, Christmas has the tree, Thanksgiving has the turkey, Festivus has its pole….what the hell does 3W have?” I’m glad you asked.
First, you plan your Third Week Party meal–Third Pound Burger and 3 Bean Chili are the traditional main courses and for desert, Neopolitan ice cream, of course. Then you pretty much lay around on the couch watching movies and DVD’s instead of working–movies like “Return of the Jedi, Godfather 3, and 3 Days of the Condor. It’s also a good time for opening that old 3’s Company box set gathering dust in your attic. You should have the traditional beverages of Third Week available for your meal and sofa time–one bourbon, one Scotch and one beer. After about three servings of that you should be ready to do some Third Week caroling. At some point during 3W you must give someone a blank stare, say something damn dubious, and retell an old story with or about an asshole runnin buddy. Often these can be done at the same time. After all that eating and laying around and drinking and singing and staring it’ll be time for the final stage in 3W festivities. This is when you return to your couch, turn out the lights and put in your DVD of “Saturday Night Live–the forgotten classics you never saw in the first place because they were relegated to airing in the final half-hour.” These are all those skits that started out with a decent idea, but they never really got traction. Really, the funniest part of them was that they just kept going on and on and on….and on…. You will be asleep before long and by the time you wake up it will be Thanksgiving week, the beginning of the holidays for all those beholden to the man. At some point between 3W Monday and Thanksgiving Day, as tradition dictates, MD will officially close the season with a comment broadcast exclusively here to all denizens of the Travellinbaen Universe.
H3W to all and to all, just keep shuffling paper for a few more days.
After reading this I see I totally missed which 3 week period you were writing about. To me the 3 weeks is between the holidays. My Bodden grandmother loved Neapolitan ice cream – I could not stand it! She used to laugh because I’d only scrap out the chocolate section.
3 bean chili, you say? Oh I am IN! I think I’ll skip the Neopolitan ice cream for a Triple Fudge Brownie though…Mmmmm fudge that is tripled.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I was in!
Happy Third Week!!
While we all can celebrate TW in our own private manner, is there an official gathering of those in the TBU to observe Third Week?
Uh-oh, here we go.
Alas, Third Week in all its glory came and went,
And without even one of us giving in to the annual urge to tell our boss to get bent,
We may now all officially trade in our work for Holiday cheer,
And let us not forget during this important time to consume massive quatities of beer.
Poetry? MD? Is there really a soul in there somewhere? Of course, it WAS the holiday season pre-pre kickoff week. I’ll chalk it up to jocularity.
I was merely fulfilling my Third Week duties as described at the bottom of your original post above
Ah, there is a poet in the old Mad Dawg
Perhaps his brain is coming out of the fawg
Where it has spent many a day of the year
Cloudy from consuming a few too many beers
Sneaking off to hide and to escape
There is no telling where MD has been to date
Congrats MD you made it through third week
Go celebrate and get some turkey to eat