Notes From The Carlyle – December 2016

images-1 I’m at the bar sipping the cheapest red you have, is how I asked for wine after wandering in from the cold like a St. Bernard in need of brandy, for himself, not some skier slumped on a slope.

When Laurie, the barmaid, asks how I am, I say, “It’s barely noon, and I’m drinking, what does that tell you?”

She laughs merrily, then gives me peanuts.

I’m not the only one in need of steadying having a host of co-depressants chugging martinis like it’s New Years Eve.  Not quite yet I’m afraid…we still have Christmas to get through.

The cast: a 40ish couple at the opposite end of the bar, the woman on her phone announcing to the world, what a fucking bore her husband is, while he makes love to his gin with more passion than I’m guessing he has for her.

Next we have a table for two where a couple of well-heeled, gay men sit, one older, one younger, toasting each other like they’ve won something.  I can’t help smiling at the red tea roses winking from their lapels.

Across the room are three underage kids eating lunch they’re, I’m guessing, putting on their parent’s room tab, though a burger at Benelmans rivals breakfast for 8 at IHOP.

But the duo that have me captivated are Mutt and Jeff seated beside me looking like longshoremen in turtlenecks and caps, as if they just came from the docks in need of refreshment.

Burly, solid, faces blush from the chill…there was a time my girlish being would have quoted Scarlett O’Hara and said,”can I warm my hand in your pocket?”

Of course now that would take just too much effort, but there was a day a preference for a meat and potatoes man was boldly stated.

They keep looking my way since I’m the best chance they have…alone, intimating I’m on a budget.  Hey, maybe if we ply her with enough vino she’ll come out to the truck with us.

Ha!

Little do they know, at my worst moment I’m still from Connecticut, smoothing out those wrinkles along that gingham skirt as well as my funny, furrowed face…

and let’s hear it for good lighting

I nonetheless revel in the flirt, despite their obvious motive later learning, they weren’t longshoremen at all, but oil men from Texas.

OOPS…

I must remember, things are rarely what they seem, especially at a hotel where Marilyn Monroe slept with presidents, since after inviting me to lunch which I tightassly declined, discreetly paid my bill telling Laurie, if she’s ever in Houston, she should give us a call.

BUT I HEARD THEM EXCLAIM, ‘ERE THEY DROVE OUT OF SIGHT…

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL…

AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.

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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36 Responses to Notes From The Carlyle – December 2016

  1. Coyote from Orion says:

    Sing us a song you’re the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. Yes we’re all in the mood for melody and you’ve got us feeling alright. La di di da….

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    An oil millionaire (zillionaire?) didn’t necessarily get turned down, there are all levels of oil workers. Susannah, you might have had their wishes accurately pegged. And I agree that a little flirting is always good for the soul. Even when your answer is no, it’s nice to be desired.

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    • I had no competition and boys will be boys after all. I hope you and those you love Skinny, have the happiest of holidays. Always appreciate your daily contributions…:)

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      • skinnyuz2b says:

        And a Merry Christmas to you, Susannah. All four of my children and the three with significant others or spouse, and my grandchild are coming today and spending the night. The three mates have families that either celebrate Christmas a few days earlier due to work schedules or wait until Christmas evening. So it works out great for us! The kids all stay up late bonding long after Paul and I go to bed.

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      • Wow! Sounds like quite a party with you at the helm. I’m sure a good time will be had by all at Chez Skinny…:)

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  3. I’m all for free drinks and compliments!
    Merry Christmas indeed!

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  4. A free drink along with compliments? Merry Christmas to them and may they find someone to take to their (?) truck (I expect it’s quite fancy).

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  5. Coyote from Orion says:

    Casablanca or Chinatown? We have a cafe here trying to be the Ritz in the middle the capital of illegal brothels in the nation. It is called the Fitz. Aside from destroying what was once a great live local scene that has contributed globally all these new money type people have no sense of humor or sense of irony. 😆

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  6. Coyote from Orion says:

    I would be surprised if anyone there has seen Casablanca.

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  7. Renee Heath says:

    I’ve always loved your stories from the Carlyle. I haven’t talked to you in forever, but I got to thinking about Bill Hicks tonight and then you came to mind. I hope you’re well my sweet. I’m bumped and bruised from this crazy year, but I’m doing okay.

    Merry Christmas sweetheart.

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    • When I think he may have thought he’d be forgotten, my eyes tear up. He’s as present as he’s ever been. It’s so nice to hear from you and I like the Carlyle pieces too only because they’re fun to write. Thanks. Be well

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  8. Nothing but the best of wishes to you on this Christmas morning, Susannah! MERRY CHRISTMAS! :O)

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  9. micklively says:

    The price of oil is low and we’re all suffering. It’s lucky the pound is low too, or we’d sell nothing.
    A very happy Christmas from the four of us to you Susannah. Hope the holiday fulfills your dreams. Many thanks for another year of entertainment.

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