Hi, my name is Cindy, and I'd never heard of Manray (at least in any way that stuck in my brain) until this morning, in this very thread.
It's ok. We still love you.
For me, it helps that it is [used to be] right down the street from my apartment.
Actually, my favorite Manray story comes from my mom. Toto's birthday party was on a Friday night, which is [was] also Fetish Friday at Manray. Mom left at club time, and apparently saw many people on their way to Manray (although, she didn't realize that was it). On Monday I saw mom again. We were talking about some hideous fashion statement we'd seen on the way home from dinner. Then mom said, "Speaking of fashion statements, there were quite a few interesting skirts seen after leaving Toto's party on Friday. And not all of them were on women."
Without blinking I replied, "Oh, yeah. It was Fetish Friday at Manray." Her look was priceless...like, "How did you know that? What has happened to my daughter?"