i have been in singapore for officially one year. what? i know. times flies when you are expected to work ALL THE TIME. and the weather never changes so it all just seems to fade into one extremely long day.. now i know how janis joplin felt.... "as we discover on the train.. its all the same fucking day"... except i'm not high on drugs..constantly drunk... or in southern US in 1969.... just imagine if i was! oh now that would be a blog i'd want to read!!
so to celebrate our awesome one year of mental stagnation we spared no expense. there was only one place to go. the ritz baby. ritz carlton. high tea. the stuff dreams are made of. the ritz carlton high tea is held in the chihuly lounge that was made for no one else but me. it is completely decorated in... wait.. gold. gold tables, gold sofas, gold pin stripped arm chairs, gold rimmed tea service... and odd modern glass swirly curly tail like sculptures by
dale chihuly the hotel itself is up on a small hill surrounded in lush greenery, so when you leave the main road and drive up to the entrance, its like you are ensconced in this lovely little serene luxiorious oasis.
the tea itself kicks the ass off of raffles. its a buffet style with at least 3 different stations. and all you can eat! first station is finger sandwiches and nibbly bits. second station is fresh warm scones, cream, jam.. and a banana split station.. and third station is eclairs.. at least 20 varieties.. including the chocolate one covered in... yup.. gold. and its cheaper at $45.00 per pax (each person) than raffles. and the couches were comfortable.
so we were all there, frankie, lizzie, laura and kathy. except claire who is now in dubai.. and isabella who's been in canada for far too long. laura is unsure what to do about her bali boy.. who seems to want to get alot more serious than she. he asked if he could go home to canada with her when she goes in december. what? and lizzie's german is playing hard to get.. since he really lives in hong kong and was just in singapore for business.. and i've decided to give gordon another chance.
what is with me and guys that have names starting with g? this one, gordon, i met on the internet... (i know!) he is singaporean. (which explains also the odd choice of english name... i know, gordon.. not gord or gordy.. but gordon...odd right?)... so we have a bit of a cultural gap.. well he calls it culture .. i call it him being a massive player. i gave him the boot rather not nicely a few months ago by shouting at him and his playing ways. he decided to 'never talk to me again'. but well.. its a small town and its a short life.. and one thing leads to another and texts are sent and replied to.. and well... he has a ferrari. can't blame a girl for enjoying driving around town in a ferrari. and nothing is wrong with a lovely dinner every now and again. huh.
which is how i explained it to the girls. yeah. back to the eclairs. that's right. i did two trips to the eclair station. i couldn't help myself. i seem to have developed a few weaknesses in singapore... namely for toffee chocolate eclairs.. and ferraris.
so yes, besides a bit of leg being shown as we tried to stand up from the very plush sofas, high tea at the ritz was a very civilized and posh affair. oh..and our server was from switzerland he was this tall drink of water with impeccable manners. and a deep low voice. and a french accent. damn cute. if only i was drunk and high as janis now, THAT would be an event. back to the eclairs.
The Ritz Carlton Millenia Singapore
7 Raffles Avenue
Tel: 6337 8888
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