Address: Probably Not Manhattan

Staying home and drinking by yourself is rookie Valentine's Day self-loathing. If you really want to bump your mood down a notch, knock on your landlord's door. The two of you will split a couple bottles of wine and a Pepperidge Farm Cracker Sampler while he tells you just how beautiful his late wife was before she passed. If that wasn't depressing enough, the two of you can chat about how he can't get back to the old country to see his family anymore due to his ailing health. He'll invite you to share your troubles, but you won't have much to say. Your problems will still pale in comparison to his even after you've downed three bottles of Cabernet between the two of you.