(Especially dinner in a restaurant so jammed the guy at the next table is using your rib for an elbow rest.) Use the day as an excuse to do anything you will most certainly regret tomorrow (hook up with a loser ex, load up on “comfort” food that will render you puffy and misshapen, drink your head off, etc.). Take yourself (and perhaps a fun friend — no sad sacks, please) to a movie, preferably a comedy and not the story about the boy whose father died in the World Trade Center.