Well, weather fans ... not a good weekend. Spurred by the prospect of a cataclysmic throwdown with Yale's weatherman, I decamped to Palmer Stadium in full-battle regalia (cowboy hat once owned by Willie Nelson, laser tag guns, orange Home Depot smock), only to experience most profound agony of defeat since the crashing ski jumper in the intro to ABC's "Wide World of Sports." Seriously, I think we should change the bonfire criterion to being ranked #1 in U.S. News; that way we could actually, you know, have bonfires. Since the last one took place when laserdiscs were the cutting-edge means of home entertainment, this is not an unreasonable proposal.
Your weatherman compounded his misery with a critical error in judgment Saturday night, when I sought to drown my sorrows with a 2 a.m. run to Taco Bell. While the Z-grade meat found in the twin supreme chalupas proved an ephemeral delight, this joy soured on Sunday as I was stricken with a debilitating case of Taco Bell Hangover. This is no psychosomatic syndrome: I awoke at 2 p.m., feeling like someone hit me on the back of the head with a shovel. No, Taco Bell Hangover is real, has no known cure and affects one out of every three Americans.
Unfortunately, dreary weather looks to continue for the next couple days, as raindrops form the muted percussion for the dirge of our common dreams. Today, expect highs in the mid 50s and off-and-on rain showers. Wednesday, light rain early gives way to a line of strong, potentially severe p.m. thunderstorms accompanied by gusty winds. Afterward, temperatures will take a nosedive and make for a blustery Thursday. Long term, there's a chance for an early winter storm this weekend; every trough has a corresponding crest, so perhaps the road to our collective redemption lies in the breathtaking panorama of Princeton blanketed by snow.