Therapy in New York
A bit of a head this morning, but the world that Chicago Addick
lives in is a better place after a session with my therapist and fellow sufferer New York Addick
in a bar under his office (he made me walk 3 blocks in the freezing cold, can you believe that?) on 54th Street.
It was a night of outpouring grief and beer and was as engrossing and fun as always. In fact don't tell NYA, but I had such a good time I went back to the bar after he'd left and had another pint of 1664, not sensible but hey it was a fun bar and my exorcising was not yet complete. NYA insisted he stopped at 6 pints and went home to two screaming Junior Reds. I wonder if he walked up Madison
Today I have to go into our New York office and knowing them as I do, pints will be on the agenda for later. Lucky I've been practicising.