Notes From The Carlyle – November 2014

images-2 After finding 20 bucks in a raincoat pocket, and it was a Burberry after all, I strolled down to my favorite watering hole happy to come home to mama.

The great thing about Bemelmans is, it doesn’t change. Time seems to stop as you enter its magical world.

Like in a Bogart movie, the bartender was drying glasses while a couple snuggled at the far end. He smiled as I entered, as if he knew me though we’d never met. It’s been months since I’ve been so there’s been a changing of the guard.

“Hello young lady,” he said, giving me a half smile. Young lady…I knew we’d bond for life.

I was all set to sit at a table then decided to warm a stool instead.

“Merlot please,” I said, that 20 twitching in my pocket. I hadn’t had a great glass of wine in a while, not since the last time I was there with my friend Steve who took my picture, as a gift, for my last eBook. Now that was a strange day since he brought his wife along to assist. She assisted alright. She did everything, including order our wine sharing one glass between them. Made me so uncomfortable. I know it’s pricy and Steve was treating, but it’s a 5 star hotel, not a Houlihan’s, so it shouldn’t have been a big surprise. I felt I had to be polite which took me away from the matter at hand, and it showed in the photos. I looked like a paper doll with an enlarged head. He did send me one after it was photoshopped, and shopped and shopped my face a tad embalmed, but of course we all know it’s the thought that counts.

Men and dominating wives give me the creeps. I can hear those balls they’ve confiscated crashing around in their handbags.

But back to the young lady and her new barman.

He gave me a large goblet, the burgundy liquid heating up before my eyes. That’s the thing with good wine, it struts it stuff like a showgirl even before the show begins.

Old habits die hard as I perused the room for blog material. The couple nearest to me were up to no good. Middle-aged, too much girth, and by the looks of things, this was no doubt a tryst on a twistin Thursday afternoon. I watched her giddily grope him beneath the bowels of the bar…preview of coming attractions no doubt.

“I’ll take another Jameson and water,” he called out, his voice a tad high.

I’ll bet, and I’d have two.

I was suddenly envious of their passion soon to explode on an upper floor. I imagined two walruses going at it with natural abandonment amid an open mini bar.

To the rear of me sat a table of women labeled to the hilt. See, I don’t care for my Chanel to show, it’s always nicer if one gets a surprise peek. But this group could have been an ad for Neimans.

What possessed Miuccia Prada to enlarge her letters on her purses embossing them in gold is a mystery to me. Each woman had one glowing like cheap firelight, and God knows, Prada ain’t cheap. They also had designer eye wear perched on their heads so the ivory inlaid would show. Tom Ford? Gucci? Who knows. And the shoes…it amazed me they weren’t lame. I half expected crutches hanging overhead, their initials finely etched in the wood.

And we mustn’t forget the prattle. Even with hearing loss I was privy to the limited conversation. Do women ever realize how boring they are when all they can talk about are carbohydrates, clothes and men who don’t want them?

How about, are you reading anything Betty? And Sue, tell me about that trip to Rome and Venice. Are there really that many stray cats in the Colosseum? Did you imagine Anna Magnani passionately going to feed them every day?

A girl can dream, right?

They were all drinking sours…so apt…whiskey, scotch, rum. I laughed when one lady said, “You’d think at a place like this they’d have those little umbrellas.”

She thought she was at a singles weekend at a Club Med in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Oh, do I miss Bemelmans. I haven’t been able to be this catty in much too long.

And right when I was all set to go, enjoying that last sip of my Burberry Merlot, my new barman strolled over and said, “How bout a glass on me young lady?”





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to Notes From The Carlyle – November 2014

  1. micklively says:

    Happy days are here again: booze, flirtation and a beau with poor eyesight. What more could a girl ask for? ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. Elle Knowles says:

    That twenty was put there for a rainy day. Glad you found it. ๐Ÿ˜‰ And yes, I think we all peruse the room for blog material. It’s that writer instinct! hahaha


  3. katecrimmins says:

    I always enjoy your stories from the bar. There are always a collection of unusual people. One of my favs was the group of very young girls there for a birthday party. The prepubescent birthday girl picked up your tab. Or perhaps the Scottish guy who found you fabulous. Only in NYC.


  4. Alva Chinn says:

    Oh Susannah, just can’t stop seeing the images and laughingโ€ฆ.thanks for setting the day’s mood. Have a wonderful weekend!!!


  5. I can imagine that a place like that would give you all sorts of good fodder for stories, especially if the bartender gives you complimentary wine every now and then. ๐Ÿ™‚ The e-book you mentioned, was that A New York Diary? That had The Carlyle sign on the cover, so I wondered.


    • No, I have another one called Model Behavior and they wanted stills for their site, so my friend, who’s a great photographer, offered to take some.

      I’m just not into that retouched, make me look 20 no matter what deal. I want to look how I look within reason.

      You’re sweet to ask ๐Ÿ™‚


      • Just curious. ๐Ÿ™‚ I knew Model Behavior was your most recent, but I didn’t know where the picture was. I read New York Diary and am reading Model Behavior on my phone. I’m really enjoying it, as I always do with your writing. As I’ve said before though, the only problem is that I want to comment after every chapter. ๐Ÿ™‚


      • You have to go to the shebooks site…there’s a little Q&A…it’s nice, though they really didn’t do much to push it at all. I look at the good…I got a fee that paid my taxes…a wonderful experience with an editor for a change. I gleaned the good but will not get rich on Model Behavior…you are so kind to read it…it’s more a chick read as I’m told.


    • PS…It was a long piece, so thanks for reading ๐Ÿ™‚


  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Unexpected found money always seems so much more valuable. I’m glad you had a nice time, young lady.


  7. Hitting the lottery just by putting your hand in a pocket is euphoric! Glad you spent it well observing the room. I see more and more “ads for Neimans” than ever beforeโ€ฆ.they must be breeding.
    Where was your partner in crime?


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