Dynasty Circa NYC Mode

The subway, again being the subway this morning, I was put off my train. At least this time I was at a good transfer point where I easily had choices and was able to move without my St. Jude of the MTA beacon turning on.

The previous train had the heat turned up to lava, so by the time I transferred to another line my coat was wide open. Though the clothing rules have been more or less relaxed to business casual at work, I own suits, look damn good in them, and choose to wear them. Thus I was in full Raivenne in the City stride as I sauntered into a surprisingly only semi crowded car, which is eons better than a semi-empty train car, that was empty for all the bad reasons a subway car during NYC rush hour can be.

As I start to scan for where I want to sit, I hear a very bad Humphrey Bogart impression from a very familiar voice.

“Oh hell! Of all the subways in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine!”

I encounter a colleague who now works in a different location. Though we have kept touch via phone and email, we have not seen each other in person in nearly two years (stupid Covid!). We have always had a wonderful joke-flirt-tationship, so for him to pick right up and greet me as such is a delightful surprise to say the least.

“Oh that line is only worthy if you’ve got gin to serve up in this joint.” I grin as as I see him and approach in full Domonique Devereaux mode. [Kudos to all of you who do not have to look that up.] “Dashing as always, darling. So, tell me – do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you have gin to serve up in this joint, of course. Do keep up, Blake.*”

“It’s not even 7am!” he exclaims.

“Unfortunately, true in this time zone at the moment, but…” the adage of it’s 5’oclock somewhere so clear in the silent ellipsis there was no need for the words to be spoken.

“Oh God!” he laughs.

“Yes?” I smile benignly to my devotee. “How may I help you?”

“I completely forgot how modest you are not. You don’t think much of yourself do you?” he laughs, well used to my antics.

“Darling please! Most women know those days when everything is working for her – hair- war paint – clothes – all on point. Even the most homely and humble feeling of women will honestly acknowledge to herself now and again that she may be “pleasing to the eye” on a given day. I have a full length mirror at home; I know what I am working with. And let’s face it, I’m as humble and homely as I am skinny and white**. Now where’s my London Dry?”

Please note this exchange is happening on a NYC subway to the amusement of all within earshot.

Idle curiosity made me look it up and at the time of this writing it is coincidently after 5pm in Casablanca, Morocco. Alas, I am not on holiday and do need to prep for yet another meeting that should be an email – thus my thirst for gin remains unquench – for the moment.

Here’s looking at you in spirit Bogey and Ingrid.

Time in Casablanca, Morocco 5:09:32pm, Wednesday, March 2, 2022

*Blake is not his real name. Since my mind was in full Domonique Devereaux of “Dynasty” mode as I teased with him it felt apropos to use here.

**For those of you readers who don’t know me (and why the hell don’t you! Read my About Raivenne page dammit!), I am big bodacious beautiful black woman.


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11 thoughts on “Dynasty Circa NYC Mode

  1. If I ran into you on my morning commute (impossible, sadly, since we approach this nabe from opposite directions), I would be so very, very happy! BUT … we are back in our offices and maybe we could get coffee or lunch one of these days. You’re only a couple of plazas away from me! ❤

    • So true! So true! And the weather will finally be warming up a smidge soon. A spot of tea in in the park? Oh is the french bakery still om Court? Let’s PM!

  2. If you have to be put off your original train what a great way to make up for that. I can imagine the smile the two of you brought to those in that car who were grudgingly off to wherever they had to be.

    • I do tend to to turn on the silliness more around random strangers likely never to be seen again. It amuses me to watch the ones pretending they aren’t listening to see if I can get them to crack form.

  3. Even though I don’t know either of you, I want to buy the trashy novel that starts with this chance encounter one morning on the subway and continues as you meet each other regularly (eventually for a gin and tonics one evening…). PLEASE write this story. 🙂

  4. This exchange. It’s fabulous, and i can picture it all, straight from the “I was in full Raivenne in the City stride” to the entertained (but still, I’m imagining, somewhat gobsmacked) onlookers in the car. It’s five o’clock somewhere, and I raise my class to you. Thank you for making me smile today!

    • Entertained, yes – I don’t know about gobsmacked. We New Yorkers are a pretty stoic bunch and I was on semi-good, if somewhat silly behavior. Glad my antics made you smile.

  5. Yes, Raivenne, your ability to write dialogue is incredible. I’m with Lisa and when you have your novel deal, I’m preordering. And now, I’m going to refer to the overactive heater in my classroom as being “turned up to lava” ala Raivenne. 🙂

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