A Misfit on Long Island

I am sitting at breakfast in my hotel on Long Island (there was a small fire in my house and insurance is paying for my family to stay in a fancy schmanz hotel for the weekend) when these two guys sit down next to me. They are both in the wedding party going on that day in the hotel. One says he is in IT, and I figure they are both corporate kinda guys.

But then, the big, friendly loud guy introduces himself to some fellow wedding participants and I hear him saying he is in a band called The Misfits and he just played the 9:30 Club and THEN he starts talking about Marky Ramone. Holy shit, it's Jerry Only. It's Jerry Only wearing a tux and a Giants cap cooing to me about the baby who just walked by.

I love this hotel.