>>>Hayton has got to be laughing his ass off. He can't even have a half-hour conversation over coffee without it being a 100-post issue on SI and Yahoo.<<<
Nicely put. But will he get his picture on the cover of Rolling Stone? Heck, I haven't even managed that one. Have you?
Try this Jon. Call the Westin Hotel in Boston (617/262-9600). Be persistent with whomever you talk to. You don't even need to ask for Marissa. Ask the person who answers the phone. Ask if he's still there and if not, when did he leave? Why wait till Monday. Do it now! It's around 2 a.m. East Coast, the hotel's still open. Marissa probably isn't working. But somebody is. You know that.
So call and ask, persistently, whether there was a Pat Hayton present on Friday morning at the hotel. You know that this hotel is open seven days a week, 24 hours a day. It's in a big city!
If you think Marissa Cummings is a front for me, again I suggest that you not ask to speak with her. Speak with someone else. But just be sure to be persistent in your inquiry. If they say no, ask them to doublecheck their records, telephone records, if necessary. I called him when he was there. Do whatever it takes to accurately verify if I am right.
If you're persistent, and you ask them to check all Friday morning records, you'll get the right answer. If, ironically, you do get Marissa, to soothe your fears, ask her if she's ever heard of me? Her answer will be no--I never gave her my name when I called for my own verification.
Why you wanna make me have a bad Sunday? Do ME a personal favor, make the inquiry. Why rely on Aleta's grand inquisitoress Monday morning approach when you can find out RIGHT NOW!?!
You know how to check your own need for facts, don't you?
Sure you do. But I bet you'll opt to ridicule and be sly on the side instead.
Prove me wrong--make the call yourself! Again, the hotel is open seven days a week, 24 hours a day. There's someone there who can verify this. Send me the bill, I'll reimburse your phone call expense. You have no excuse not to do it, except if you don't want to do it.
If you don't do this, how are we to know anything you say is true or not? We will know simply that you don't check the facts when you are able to do so.
Otherwise, you're simply an anti-Zulu parrot? Show some standing, finally, in this great debate: Make the call yourself!
PS: Oh, and next time you're kibitzing with Joe Copia? Let him know that I know exactly what the scallops tucked under all that bacon taste like and that I've been in the rooms where they serve that stuff.
And as soon as you've convinced him that I've been there and done that, with famous people included--U.S. presidents, etc.--please inform him that I, personally, prefer fried clams without the celebrities! Thanks!
But to his credit, he's partially correct about swooning over the famous, and that I'm not entirely groupie-free: I did have a dream about Madonna once; but I'd prefer to meet Kate Bush. Pat Hayton groupie I'm not. But I do respect the man, perhaps more than each of you do, in that I have had the opportunity to meet him. |
