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SQ and I were planning a little getaway for his birthday but the plan was constantly thwarted by mis-communication and mis-understandings. I nearly threw my garter belt away to feed the cats in the alley in disappointment. But perhaps a tad eager to spend some time outside his Nissan Latio, we kissed and made up and put aside our differences (after he sipped the entire saucer of light soya sauce infused with chlli padi as a gesture to apologise). Anyway that somewhat silly story another time.
I'm not sure if 'getaway' is the appropriate word here since we're not crossing any seas, oceans or international territories. The supposed 'getaway' is only 0.9km away from my office - The Scarlet Hotel. I guess this award winning boutique hotel at the far end of Erskine Road, needs no further introduction. The interior deco is dramatic and sexy. Just one step into the lobby gives me a boudoir-glam vibe.
The promise of a 'window' came in form of a skylight window. Ehhh... okay. I thought claustrophobia shouldn't seize me when I'm sleeping. A deluxe room is surprisingly small, then again it's a boutique hotel. I think people should really get used to this boutique-y thingy. Usually it involves small rooms, chic furniture, avant-garde deco, see-through glass panels for bathroom (perhaps even no doors!), 320-thread count bedsheet on a queen-size bed, branded toilet amenities, bathrobes and bedroom slippers, rose-scented tea lights lining the doorway and a personal masseuse for 2 hours. The last two features vary, depending whom you bring along.
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Apparently I answered myself: I did. Anyways, I'm always the one head-spearing one thing, but SQ would finish up the job on my behalf. I fell alseep at about 30 minutes into 'Semi-Pro' and SQ (who seemed pretty reluctant to pick up the DVD) finished through the entire movie. Bravo.
By the way, how many hotels actually provide you complimentary San Pellegrino fruit drinks? And an ice bucket (which really comes in handy when you need to chill your own champagne).
I've been longing to try the much-raved about Japanese cuisine at Sun with Moon Japanese Dining Restaurant. Each time I walked past the branch at Clarke Quay The Central, my salivating glands go on an adrenaline rush. 'Nuff said; less talk more action!
Silly me forgot to take a picture of the Macha Tiramisu!! That's like the highlight of the dinner! Though a little more costly than the usual Japanese outlets, the food (quote) is more refined than Sushi Tei (unquote). Well said. I just wished I had more appetite (and money) for more. I could sit there all day to eat every single item listed on its menu. The roe is awesomely chewy and succulent; bursting with joy within me with every bite I took. Never had an orgasm? Try the salmon roe sushi. Awesomeness!
The recent strong winds took away the usual horrid humidity and thus we took a stroll in the vicinity before walking back to the hotel. Evening walks are good. Good for after-dinner digestion. Good for clearing out the mind-clutter. Good for chit-chat and gibberish. Good for prelude to what is going to happen behind closed doors later. Boy, I'm glad the garter belt was still around...
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