What Else Happened Last Night

I think I promised to take care of a goldfish... permanently! (Not to "whack" it or "put out a hit" on it, the way that sounded, but to feed it and protect it and tend to it and make small talk with it for the rest of its natural life.) And I walked away with a coaster with Rachel's face on it, which she had manufactured in a spirit of irony I suppose, but now it is just a weird souvenir stripped of irony. Ironically, that's what happens to irony.