Text And The City

Just when you think you’re about to have a nice, peaceful weekend, some nut decides to catch up texting her little heart out.

So I’m in Frisco with Fredrico eating on the marina. Where are you?

Home cleaning my oven.

You’re not thinking of putting your head in it now are ya? I mean, not again.

Actually I was going to bake brownies for the doormen but, I appreciate the suggestion. Let’s see how the day goes.

Don’t you have any plans besides feeding Slavic men?

Sure I do. Big ones.

Yeah, and…

I’m gonna read.

You know Susannah, your life has gotten pretty sad. Hold on…you call that shrimp?  Fredrico tell the chef at 8 bucks apiece they’re unacceptable.

Was it necessary for you to text that?

Want you to feel included honey, sitting there all alone.

You know Camille, I’m very happy being by myself and you’re the only one who seems to have a problem with it.

You’re shriveling up. You haven’t had sex in how long? Well there was that little trip to the beach, but knowing you, you preferred spooning all night while he snored you both into oblivion. You need to get back into action. I’ll be home on Saturday. Fred needs to see his wife who’s threatening to spray paint his Mercedes again. Honestly. See if it were me, I’d just drive it off a cliff. So drinks at Bemelmans? Give my regards to Duncan Hines and all those brain dead doormen. Just remember, they’re only hot horderves, at best…not a main course.

Right, I’ll make a note.

Fredrico, for a 15 pound lobster, I mean really…he’s the Tom Thumb of the deep…



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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to Text And The City

  1. Rob says:

    Beware the yardsticks by which others measure your life, for it is written “shallow existence becomes no-one”. Verily, to thine own self be true and so it follows, as the night the day, that thou canst not be false to any man.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I made shrimp creole last night and none of my diners sent the shrimp back. Good thing, the chef wouldn’t have taken kindly to it.
    My single life was a whirl-wind of frenetic activity until almost 30, then I was a sports-mom to four kids until my early 50s. Like you, I now enjoy a quiet day spent puttering around and reading, with an occasional evening out. Don’t let anyone tell you that’s not enough.

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  3. This is the perfect post for me today. My week has been a roller coaster and I’ve been thinking that I’m a boring person. Like Skinny I did a lot in my youth and I want to say I deserve my peace and quiet. Then again..as you say…the shallow ones seem to have fun. Or is it more fun talking about it than actually doing it?

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  4. gmg says:

    I agree with you and Kate. I am looking for peace and serenity in my life. Everyone else can have the drama……..

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  5. I have always been a boring person. Married young, I never had a wild night out… I fear most people look at me and my life and wonder if my heart is actually beating. ❤

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