Now I’m seeing a therapist at Presbyterian, Jessica Sanchez. My pulmonologist is Dr. Sanchez. The first psychologist they sent me to was Sanchez.
Managed to get Covid & give it to Sharon. Friday night we went to a burlesque show at the Press Club, an old bar that used to be a rambling old house on this little hill behind the Parc Central hotel that used to be a hospital in the 20s. Had to immerse myself in the crowd at the bar downstairs to get a $6 Car Bomb & do it the wrong way, one is supposed to drop the shot glass of McCarran’s into the Guinness & slam the whole thing all at once. I did them separately, same effect. But what a tasteless thing to call an Irish drink, because of its destructive potential I guess but shit a car bomb in Ireland is not a fun or funny thing. Upstairs there was eventually a very nice strip show.
Felicia was all in gold. She played 3 different versions of “I Want Money”.
Finally sent my worn out Tilley hat back to Ontario or Toronto, somewhere in Canada but it came back, they’re not there anymore & that’s not how they do it now, see, the Tilley hat is guaranteed for life, this was my 5th one, it was a hemp one, I was disappointed, it didn’t have much hemp in it or it wouldn’t have worn out. Now you have to send them a digital image of the damage & they have to agree that it needs replacing & then you have to destroy the hat & send them digital proof that you did so & then they send you another one. I got my first one for $50, they’re $100 now. They honored the guarantee & it’s a mighty fine hat.
