So this is the part of the day when I turn into my gay best friend from high school. In any case, one of the best things I did this time last year was go to see Audra McDonald at the Allen Room as part of the Live from Lincoln Center series. She was amazing on a freezing night, in a room with full-length windows overlooking the Central Park South taxi flow. I have been thinking about it a lot lately for some reason. This is the best song, a true torch about a scorned lover—jazzy and a little overdone, be warned, but still, no one else can sing like her.