Wither Snice?

Last night we got the news that Dan's friend from the Revolutionary Book Club, whose wedding we attended not one year ago is going to be a dad.

I much preferred reminders that I am trapped in the cycle of birth and death when I could text Rachel and hunker down over a paper cone of belgian fries and a tall pint glass of something Europeany. She would talk sense into me and then we'd talk ourselves out of sense altogether and drain a night making realities like paper napkin dolls.

That's what I want to do now.