Notes From the Carlyle…January 2020
I float through the revolving doors that, if they only talked,
easy on the lemon.”
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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Susannah, you are funny. I shared those two jokes with Pookie. Remembering times past must be in the air.
Yesterday I posted a photo from the 60s of a nearby area (Glens Falls/Queensbury). All you see is farmland where a 4 to 6 lane bypass now resides. I was reminiscing about how different it was when I was growing up. My father (almost 93) grew up in an era that we can never know. I suppose some day my children will also look longingly at the past.
Now I’m gathering my strength to hostess around 45 people for a baby shower here today. My youngest daughter is in charge of decorations, mimosas, and one game. I hate shower games, but gave in to one. She, my daughter-in-law, and youngest son’s girlfriend helped me shampoo the furniture and carpets, polish the woodwork, and dust and rehang the curtains. Everything is done except baking the ham, making the fruit dish, and a huge antipasto. Pookie and I leave in ten days for Florida and I plan to do nothing but soak up the sun and relax. Calgon, take me away. Around St Patrick’s Day we’ll welcome baby Zayne.
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I’m no Joan Rivers, but I guess when they’re drinking, your audience is easier to please. How nice you’re going away. Sun, there’s nothing like it 🙂
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We went through seven bottles of Champaign. My daughter was the most beautiful pregnant woman. She just glowed.
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How wonderful is that.
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You have made me feel the nostalgia along with you. Thank you for that.
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It’s good for the soul, like reading a favorite book that takes you back.
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… and good morning to the good lady who wrote this.
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Good morning to you Frank. It’s lovely here. All the snow was rained away. The temperature went up form 20 to 40. It’s lie a heatwave. OOH, Just heard Martha and the Vandellas croon in my ear. 🙂
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You are too much, Susannah. Like an excellent comic, you knew your audience.
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When you’re at a bar, trying to behave, since you probably shouldn’t even be there, tempting those spirit gods, you come with a bag’a tricks you never knew you had, like a punchline. 🙂
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You are right. A PUNCHline would be excellent at a bar, punch being essentially a mixed drink DRUNK by party-goers.
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All I know is, drinking wise, I don’t take a PUNCH the way I used to.
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You’re still the master. 🙂
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That implies there is a slave. There is NO WAY you are a slave! We’re fencing partners.
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Our nicknames then could be Cut and Parry. 🤔
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LOL!! Excellent!
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You’re Cut of course, since I’m always Parrying.
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I’m happy to be Cut — one step from a cut up.
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Just be careful if you find yourself on a film set, because they say CUT a lot, and you’ll think they mean you.
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Duly noted. I’ll carry my lunch on the set, and I’ll include cutlery.
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Try not to, FORK it over, if you know what I mean.
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I’ll be careful with my fork and won’t give anything away. I’m not sending out ValenTINES this year.
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Uh-Oh. Hope no one KNIFES you in the back.
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I’ll be spooning out praises to everyone in the proper setting.
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Will you be using a ladle, or just a regular soup spoon?
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It’s too late for my brain. I’ll use my hands, not for slinging praises, but to pull the blanket over my head. Good night!
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Headed to dreamland. Me too. We have so much ahead of us in common, don’t we?
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I admire your ability to go without as per alcohol. Chips? I do not blame you one bit for that weakness, as I suffer from it as well.
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Yes, there nothing like a silo of potato chips. Rather than fill the little cups with the usual assortment of items: peanuts, pretzels, those hot green things that steal your tongue, I automatically only get, chips. It all comes down to who you know. 👍
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When it’s not what you know but WHO you know . . then . . wait for it . . let the chips fall where they may.
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You’re a chip off the old block, you are.
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I think we should cash in our chips . . .
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And then go watch…Good Bye Mr. Chips.
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Chip Chip Hooray!
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You win. I’m as good as you at wordplay.
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Yay us! 🙂
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Good for you on keeping on without getting it on, so to speak. Who says one needs alcohol to be funny? Loved the two jokes, Miss Comedienne!
I’m with you on the chips… they are addictive.
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I have a bag of organic, less salt, made with only the best ingredients, and I can still feel my ankles already expanding. Always a price.
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Lots and lots of water… if we are meant to enjoy life once and again…
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I eat them straight, no dip, no guacamole, no hummus since then I wouldn’t be able to get my shoes on.
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I feel your pain, Sister!
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Why must there always be a downside. sigh
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Anything good for the mouth is bad elsewhere, it seems…
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Harumph…:)
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Could not have said it any better!
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So many memories in your piece. From the Pimm’s Cup to the conversation. I sure miss NYC.
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You look like a Pimms cup kinda guy, now that you mention it.
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My go to after a racket ball match.
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A perfect image.
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Was funny, though…
But, then again, $20 for that drink…that was not so funny.
Glad I don’t drink or drink drinks without the drink.
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High end Hotel bars always charge that much. I would rationalize this by telling myself, I’d only have one. Yeah, well.
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My life in drink was short-lived. I enjoyed Rum/Coke (a cola).
1- buzz decent feeling
2- out of sorts (should have stopped)
3-extremely truthful (asking things I should have shut up about)
also – passed out once because I drank Champagne, 2-3 glasses really fast- and woke up to the Little Mermaid, falling in love with Ariel, still my most-watched movie to date (78 times)
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That’s a sweet film alright.
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Not sure it was worth 78 times, but going to see it live with my daughter last year was.
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Whatever makes you happy. 🙂
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If I add to that I didn’t have diabetes and was OCD, you can see that I could have had a problem.
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Yes, I do.
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I haven’t been in a bar in a long time and guess it will stay that way considering the cost of a drink these days. Good for you for sitting in a bar and staying nonalcoholic. You are a strong woman.
FYI I have been reading all your posts but you don’t know that because I haven’t been commenting. Trying to limit computer time…I am a computerholic and trying to stay sober. Addictions come in many forms😾
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You never need to explain anything to me. I’m your biggest fan remember, next to Teddy and Jack that is, no matter what. 🙂
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❤
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