05 August 2007

Not only did lovely Maria Bartiromo go to Fontbonne, but her dad owned Rex Manor and she was a coat check girl there for years. I wonder if she knows where my shoes are? Years ago I was there for a family function and we had a show way out on Long Island. The band picked me up at Rex Manor. I changed out of my suit in the stall and jumped in the van. The show was fun. I remember I stopped a ceiling fan with my guitar neck towards the end of the set. Some time later I realised I'd lost my shoes somewhere along the way and the only place they could've been was back at the Rex Manor in one of the toilet stalls. So basically Maria has my shoes. Also, I was quite bummed when the Rex went all catering and no longer had the private restaurant because their potato croquettes were biblical.

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