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41. The Carlyle
41. The Carlyle
Off the George Washington bridge they drive, with Ali giving directions: “Follow the turn-off onto West Side Drive south, Hon. Yeah, that’s it!”
On the curve off the Bridge, they swerve in a long clockwise spiral onto the West-Side downtown lane with the scenic Palisades sheer cliffs seen across the River. Time is 8 AM , Friday, and traffic is light because a spring snowstorm is predicted.
Ali says: “Exit next” and they head east on the wide Seventy-Second Street
“Now, Hon, at the second crossing, Madison Avenue, take a left then make a right at Seventy-Sixth Street.”
The car turns onto Seventy-Sixth and Ali points left. Snowflakes are just starting to fall as Kimura notes the hotel marquee over the sidewalk and, set back under it, 2 revolving doors – gold-framed and well shined –, and out by the curb a black-coat-uniformed, visor-capped, fat doorman just then opening a yellow taxi door and receiving into backwardly-cupped hand a cash tip from an out-coming, in-going guest.
42. The Top
Thirty minutes later they are relaxing. A bellboy had ushered them into Suite 608, placed the luggage, given a brief tour with flushing toilet and, after pocketing Kimura’s five-dollar bill and flashing a smile while thinking “Some kinda rich Chink an’ his young prosatoot but it ain’t none a my business 's long as he tip like dis,” left, quietly closing the door behind him.
Ali twirls about in front of Kimura and kisses him on brow. “Huhly Tuhledo, Kim! This is what Cole Porter calls The Top! The Carlyle! Cahn’t b’lieve it! Me’n m’baby goin’ ta town! Fer Peter’s cake, Kim, how’d we rate this?”
“Ali-san, do you not realize that when The Nippon Times sends its ace foreign correspondent overseas they expect him to have status? It reflects upon the glory of Yamato Damashi, the so called spirit of the nation: Nothing but the best for the best. I have practically unlimited carte blanche. And see!” He pulls a smooth black leather wallet from pocket and extracts gold metal card. “They arranged for a Club Card, the latest for cashless purchases, recognized in big hotels, posh stores and top restaurants.”
43. Diggin’ Dootchin
Ali and Kimura, sit together naked in a hot bubbly bath, with backs resting against Delft
Later, lying between faintly fragrant, fine, light pink linen sheets that transmit pleasure to bare skin, Ali notes it is2 PM .
Later, lying between faintly fragrant, fine, light pink linen sheets that transmit pleasure to bare skin, Ali notes it is
“Hon, I’m gettin’ hongry. Peel me a grape, will ya?” She laughs. “Seriously, hand me the list of restaurants.”
She sits propped by 3 pillows, her erect nipples on her pair of rounded handful titties, succulently evident to Kimura. “Ooh! Café Carlyle is for us! Dinner at seven and dancing to Eddy Duchin’s portable society orchestra! That’s ‘Dootchin’, Hon, not ‘Dutchin.’”
“What is portable society orchestra, Ali-san?”
“Shut up and kiss me, you Jap!” She jumps onto his bed and kisses him on lips with an audible smack. Disengaging, she says: “Eddy Duchin aims at the hoi polloi – y’know, the masses. He does it by an appeal to Snobby Lobby – offers ‘em a touch a class like Marie Antoinette’s advice, Let ‘em eat cake. So he calls his herd ‘Society Orchestra’. Exaggeration never hurts y’know! Dresses ‘em all up like nances – fancy-pants homos – and plays jazzed up Minuets in C.”
“Well, I like classical music so let’s go see and hear Duchin-san tonight. But what is the ‘portable'? I thought only radios …”
Ali interrupts: “It’s his docked band, Hon. Like a dog’s tail, it’s cut to smaller size. Café Carlyle is no hole in wall, but Duchin’s full size band would blow out the doors so he put together a small version for this gig.”
44. Dinner Date
They sleep with alarm to wake up in 2 hours.
Ali checks with front desk and finds a clothes rental service. Soon a couturier is making measurements and she and Kimura are scanning a book of women’s gowns and men’s formal wear. He chooses black suit and tie. Ali looks on aghast. “Hon, with that combi they an’t gonna tell you from the maitre d'!” He switches from black long tie to red bowtie, and she selects for herself a sleeveless shiny red tulle gown named for the French city that makes the gown's see-through material.
She makes quick trip to first-floor beauty salon and has her naturally blonde hair, which has become unruly, set in inward end curl at shoulder and also tinted more toward Alice-Fay straw, the current rage among blondes who want more fun.
To read next, click 2.(45-47) Duchin at the Carlyle/Visual Vocal Style...
Ali checks with front desk and finds a clothes rental service. Soon a couturier is making measurements and she and Kimura are scanning a book of women’s gowns and men’s formal wear. He chooses black suit and tie. Ali looks on aghast. “Hon, with that combi they an’t gonna tell you from the maitre d'!” He switches from black long tie to red bowtie, and she selects for herself a sleeveless shiny red tulle gown named for the French city that makes the gown's see-through material.
She makes quick trip to first-floor beauty salon and has her naturally blonde hair, which has become unruly, set in inward end curl at shoulder and also tinted more toward Alice-Fay straw, the current rage among blondes who want more fun.
To read next, click 2.(45-47) Duchin at the Carlyle/Visual Vocal Style...
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