Mummy’s in a biscuit-induced stupor, you only have two Xanax left, and you can’t leave your apartment for fear of being trampled by a tourist mob chasing a markdown on duvets. Luckily, there’s no reason to venture out until evening, when Jerry Lee Lewis (yes, he lives) descends on BB King’s. Remember: he married a child bride long before Bill Clinton saw the virtues of making sweet love to innocent sucklings.
[Jerry Lee Lewis at B.B. Kings, 8 p.m., www.bbkingsblues.com]
