Birthdays used to be one day of the year. On this day you received presents, chose the dinner and had a birthday cake. Growing up we had a birthday party with some friends and this was usually the weekend after my birthday . My mum’ s superstition was a birthday should never be celebrated before the date. I never understood that. My thought was if you didn’t make the birthday at least you had had a good celebration.
Now my family birthdays have turned into real birthday ‘fests’ as the kids have grown up and work the odd hours that happens in our 24 / 7 lives. And, I’m not complaining, I don’t think you can ever have too much celebrating!
This year mine started a few days early with a family dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. Being ‘Before Birthday’ this day doesn’t gifts but I does have cake!! ( thanks to my thoughtful kids who know sponge cake and fresh cream is always a winner to me) . The food was delicious, the company great but I think the clown placemat I had was perchance a message that birthdays shouldn’t be celebrated early 🙂 bear in mind I am frightened by clowns.
Then Friday ( or Day 2 of Kerry-Anne’s birthdayfest as I prefer to think of it as ) arrived and my workplace celebrates birthdays with a birthday cake club. My cake was a sponge cake with lashings of fresh cream and strawberries. A taste sensation and a great way to end a week filled with long hours completing school reports ( phew !!! all handed in)
Saturday arrived … Official Kerry-Anne’s birthdayfest day!! Today I received gifts then I had the race to pack bags to spend the night in Sydney. I love staying in hotels and picked a great 5 star one from Wotif. As always I like to fill in the ‘Any special notes ‘ section with a small sentence advising the day is a special occasion, eg birthday , wedding anniversary. I think I might now be technically around 100 years and have been married a similar number of years 🙂 I have found about a 50% success rate in an upgrade or free bottle of wine or chocolates from this. I love the upgrade most though. I figure they obviously have the vacant room if they upgrade and its a fantastic advertisement for them too, which I always add to my trip advisor review . I learnt something on Saturday. For the first time the hotel asked for photo I’d of all t he guests staying. As I handed over my drivers license I realised anniversary is probably the best ‘special note’ now cause the date isn’t on my photo I D hahaha.
We stayed at Amora Jamison in Sydney. From the moment we drove in for the valet parking, to the smiling doormen and the helpful reception I was feeling special. Then as we checked in, the reception man asked which of us was celebrating our birthday to which I responded with glee ( I’m like a little kid with birthdays) “Me”. He told us then we had been upgraded to the suite . Our room was amazing and of course I quickly checked it out on Wotif to see the cost. it was $150 extra cost !!! It had a lounge room large bedroom with an even bigger tv than the lounge room one. The bathroom had a large bath, separate shower and so many mirrors near power points and a mirror over the vanity that could move so I could see the back of my hair as I straightened it…I was in a dreamland . I had lots of further plans for the ‘fest’ but part of me just wanted to dress in the bathrobe and slippers and absorb the suite as if by doing so the magic may last forever.
Inside the suite….
But we did have plan to meet my sister and niece also staying in the hotel in a nice room ( not suite. ) and so I dragged myself from this luxury and we headed to Circular Quay for dinner and a little peruse of Vivid. Went last year and found it amazing but this year it was only to be an entree to the main ‘meal’ . We had tickets to see ‘Before Midnight’ third movie in a trilogy…but that can be another blog post. Vivid was colourful but much more crowded than last year. It such a creative colourful display. Many people take young children and babies in prams and strollers. It must be super scary for them with he crowd literally in their faces.
Walking against the crowd up we headed to the majestic State Theatre. Before the movie we had hot drinks in the cafe next door. Enjoyed the movie very much…more so than Brian but to be fair he hadn’t seen the two previous movies . My evening was made further special as my sister and niece bought me a box of Koko Black chocolates to nibble on in the movie…so nibble I did!
As with all my adventures there is always something a little out of the ordinary. So far everything had been a smooth event…odd for us cause we usually have one thing funny to laugh about at the end of the event. But then it happened. I was desperate to not have to walk n the cold the 1 km back to our hotel. I was getting a bad cold and wanted to be warm. I was madly trying to hail a taxi, even waving at those with their lights off ( I figured they might be just about to drop off someone just where I was standing- that had happened earlier in the day) . So, I waved at a taxi ( light off) but it stops right long side me. Its windows were dark tinted , I called to my party and opened the front door and get ready to glide into the warmth. But no… The driver tells me he already has someone in the taxi and sure enough there in the back seat was a passenger. I asked “Why did you stop then?”, totally perplexed. His reply, ” The lights” and then he took off as fast as he had stopped. I began to think maybe he thought my skirt was a little too paisley for the night, was Brian’s jacket offensive?? There were a few white puppy hairs on it after all….then my niece told me the problem…the reason why he stopped then sped off…. I was standing at a pedestrian light crossing. The driver had stopped for a red light …hahaha… And not a drop of alcohol had passed my lips so my only excuse was the tint was too dark. Poor passenger must have been a little concerned 🙂
We returned to the hotel on foot power and I watched the city as it rushed and raced outside the warmth of our room. I watched from afar, an extra looking over others as they walked the pathways, crossed the park and wondered where they were headed, why were they were there…and , ever the mother, were they safe. We drew the blinds about 1 am leaving the strangers to run ant like on their way, mindful of the soft howl of an ambulance, I wanted to believe they we’re rushing a mother to hospital to birth a baby to bring a new life into the world on this day the ‘Fest of Kerry-Anne’ but I couldn’t totally block out that that howl meant possible sadness amongst those walking dots below or those I couldn’t even see.
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Night time across the city .