Happy Monday, folks. I had a pretty solid weekend. For one
thing, I didn't get drunk and I was still able to dance, make
bad jokes and talk to girls, all without the humiliation and
hangover. Does this herald the end of my drinking days? Probably
not--I still love beer too much to make a clean break. But I'm
still trying to heed the words of wise Democritus: "Throw
moderation to the winds, and the greatest pleasures bring the
greatest pains." True dat.  The highlight of the weekend was
definitely an outdoor dance party I attended with The Fonz and
Co. at PS1 Contemporary Art Center in Queens, which happens to
be one of my favorite spots in the City. It was stimulating in
every regard: the DJs were killing it, the weather was awesome
and, most importantly, there were beautiful mamas everywhere.
My friend Josh and I had a 15 minute-long conversation about
where these women spend the rest of their time, because they
aren't frequenting the bars we hang out at. We decided that
either A) they all have boyfriends a