Let's start with the bright spot in an otherwise dismal weekend: Sarah's parents came over to babysit on Saturday night, and we went out to see jazz trumpeter Jeremy Pelt whip up a sick, sick set with his quartet at the Brooklyn Conservatory.

The Conservatory is right around the corner from our apartment, and one of the many incredible music venues in the neighborhood. Lately, Park Slope has really come up in the music world. We've always had the rock club Southpaw. And Barbes, with its gypsy jazz and good beer has been the worst kept secret around town. But in the past year, Union Hall opened up, Puppet Jazz started booking music, and A-listers started to creep into the Conservatory's schedule.

Now the bad stuff: Asher is sick. Again. Coxsackie. Again. Sarah had to work on Saturday. Again. I had to work on Sunday. Again. We're having the lack-of-space freak out. Again. Good times.