Winkin Blinkin and Nod

The minute the climes change so does my desire to drink.

Summer always puts me in a state of swoon where ice tinkling in a glass becomes my best company.  I’ve already hunkered down in winter mode, coffee at the Carlyle, my new, overpriced nip of choice.

As I sit on the brocaded banquette wrapped in a cashmere shawl looking like a very chic holy picture, there are three men facing me across the room…slumped, glassy-eyed…clearly intoxicated.

One’s hair is standing straight up like the Chrysler Building.

When the waiter in his winter whites asks if they’d like coffee, they look at him like he’s from Mars.  Finally one says in what sounds like an Australian accent, “Ah yes, good idea,” winking at the waiter slyly.

The one in the middle nods while the Chrysler Building blinks proceeding to doze.

Did they realize they were at a 5-star hotel?

If not, they will, when they get the bill.

SB

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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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10 Responses to Winkin Blinkin and Nod

  1. micklively says:

    I used to dream of getting snowed in, cut off from the world and stranded, in a pub on some remote moor. Of course, there would be little point if the waiters were in camouflage snow-white. It’s hard enough to attract their attention when you can see them.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    My cold weather drink of choice is a warm cup of apple cider with a sprinkle of cinnamon or nutmeg on top. My Pookie has an antique cider press that is 150 yrs old. He, our four children, a bunch of his buddies, and assorted relatives all take part in picking the leftover apples from a friend’s orchard and making the cider. There is always more than enough for everyone. Of course, a considerable amount is set aside for hard cider.

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  3. There is a part of me that would like to be there when they realize it would be cheaper to fly to Columbia, grab some beans, fly back, buy a grinder and hire someone to brew it for them. People watching is my favorite pass time.

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  4. Drinking coffee at the Carlyle? So adult! Always a good post there.

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