Shopping At Caesars Palace

I ran into a runner I know, on her way to the subway.

A true study since, if needing a polar opposite, it would be Lynn, who I’ve never not seen dressed to the nines.

Even running she could be an ad gleaming in her state-of-the-art Spandex, with a sports bra that comes with directions, cleavage and a lifetime warranty.

Today when I saw her, she wore skin tight, royal blue capris that made her rear end stop traffic, wondering if the seat came with an air pump.

Does she stand all day? How could you possibly comfortably sit with an ass that extended.

Idle thoughts of someone who doesn’t have much of one.

An exercise nut, with arms that look sculpted by Michelangelo, a tulip tattoo painted by Monet.  She told me she had ordered a special red from a tattoo parlor in Denver,  complimenting her many accessories.  (Of course I didn’t make this up.  How could I? It’s just too out-there, even for my warped imagination.)

But what throws me the most, are her ever present stilettos.

Do Lynn’s ears pop as she swans along? How bout her calves…do they ache at the end of the day?  Of course they’re the size of mangoes from all those step classes she takes.

I find myself greeting her warmly because, despite the excess, still truly like her.  She rescues animals, having a soft spot for pits.  Her smile radiates like movie lights, and she’s always so happy to see me.

“Hi girl,” she’ll say,  “you’re lookin mighty pretty, as usual.”

Me in my baggy gym shorts and torn tank top, making me look like I just escaped from a Catholic House of Detention.

“Oh Lynn, you sure put me to shame, looking as sensational as you do.  I think I better go home and change.”

She laughs, shaking a lion’s mane of blonde hair, striking one last pose, the closet action figure I believe her to be, before cheerfully clippety-clopping down those subway steps.






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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13 Responses to Shopping At Caesars Palace

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Pookie and I always stay at Caesar’s when we go to Las Vegas or Atlantic City. I’ll keep an eye out for you friend, ha ha! And Susannah, I’m sure you would look great even dressed in a grain bag!

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    • Nice of you to say, but I dunno. All that effort eludes me especially at 9 am. when I’m not expected anywhere. I could be writing, or reading instead of primping. Give me a chapter over 3 coats of eye-liner any day Skinny. 🙂


  2. There are women to look at and those to keep…

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  3. Love your description of her softened by your fondness. Love the story about the red in her tat.

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  4. The people you meet seem extraordinary. I say that, and then I correct myself. You have an extraordinary way of writing about people. How happy I am to have found you!

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  5. My daughter recently sent me a photo of my son’s girlfriend from Instagram that was ridiculous. She said, and I quote, “I feel like a potato and I can’t even hate her because she’s so nice.” Apparently feeling like a spud does not have age limits … shhh


  6. You meet so many interesting people in a city like New York. I love your descriptions of her. You’re as witty as always. 🙂


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