Hide the tranquilizers

I wonder if the suicide rate spiked in the New York City area this weekend? Sub-Pacific-Northwest weather combined with a rash of unfortunate news items to utterly destroy my will to leave the apartment. After a fantastic Friday night getting soused and listening to the world's worst DJ at the Royal Oak in Williamsburg (he actually played Fleetwood Mac and Bob Marley for a crowd that was trying to DANCE), it was all downhill. Smarty Jones loses the Belmont Stakes by a little over a length. Ronald Reagan dies (okay, I'll admit I hated the man's administration and don't really care that he's dead). The Lakers lose game one of the finals... at home. I watched it all through a semi-blissful, martini-induced haze and somehow made it to Monday morning. Only to find out that JLo got secretly married to Mark Anthony, promising any number of deeply irritating duets in the coming months.