Monday, October 15, 2012

How the other half live

Sister justified a stay at Crown Towers by stating that it was holiday time and they had not been anywhere. A quarter was knocked of the normal accommodation price for footballers, wives, associates and hangers on for some football award night. It is complicated, as the accommodation was also tax deductible for Bone Doctor.
Whatever, Crown Towers is fabulous accommodation. Classy and posh, I would say, with great views.

Sorry Little Jo. When you have a bath at the Highrise, there isn't a built in tv to watch from the bath and we don't do dual wash basins. There were so many lights switches, I could have been busy for an hour playing with them.


Yes, great views, but I found all the blokes there in black suits for the award night a little intimidating, albeit very attractive. 'Andrew, do you know which famous older has been footballer you were just standing next to while you were waiting for the lift?' 'Nup', was my reply. Once I was told, I said ohhhhhh. Do you think he has some good drugs on him? Later going down in the lift, a very handsome young man in a suit got into the lift with his plastic wife. He too is a famous footballer. Sister was kind of hiding from him. Later she explained that he was one of her ex students, one of the one per cent she could not stand, in his case because of his arrogance.  A handsome and arrogant football player....hmmm. His photo in last week's daily Little Paper did not do him justice.


The maid brought up some champers and ice, but Little Jo had filled the ice bucket with Barbecue Shapes. She dished them out in a very miserly manner and I unluckily picked up a broken half size one, which I had to beg to get refunded for a full sized one. I won though. As I pretended to put half a shape back in exchange for a full one, I kept the half one and  I snatched a full one. Little Jo, maybe when you are older you will get one over me, but not yet.

Sis and Bone Doctor gave us a tour of the guest facilities. The pool, spa and tennis courts were wonderful and quite put the Highrise recreational facilities into perspective.

I love fancy mirrors, unless I am standing directly in front of them.

I wanted to show Little Jo the fire show, but she was not really interested. She was tired. I am never too tired to see the fire show. Barbecued seagull anyone? Seagulls have learnt that less smart insects get fritzed by the flames, so they hang around to catch the charred remains.

If you are not familiar with Melbourne, the fire show goes off on the hour from about a dozen towers along the river bank in the evening. I have seen it so so many times, yet I always go back for more.


Bone Doctor's ticket for the event did not arrive on time, so another was couriered to her. Then at the last minute, the original arrived. Two tickets, so one for Sister too. R and I took Little Jo outside while Sister went into the bash where she skolled a couple of drinks and crammed in some canapes. After a bit of fun with a busker, we went to the food court. Little Jo had started her day by waking her Nanny at six o'clock when her Nanny does not normally rise before nine.Sister mollified Mother with a cup of tea in bed.

Sister and Little Jo went on to Doncaster to meet up for a play date with a friend and then on to the hotel for the evening. Little Jo was exhausted and became very grisly, only wanting her Mummy when we got to the food court where we were to dine.  I had to call Sister and tell her to come and look after her child, spoiling her unplanned and brief night out. Bone Doctor partied on, and why shouldn't she. She puts up with rather a lot from our family and her daughter.

By eight fifteen, we on the 220 bus homeward bound. Older people do like early finishing times.

11 comments:

  1. The Crown Towers look to be very nice and a bit fancy and those fires--nice. Personally, I don't care much for those footballer types because for some reason most of them seem not so bright and also rather mean. (I used to have to talk to them when I worked for the college football attorney.)

    How interesting and very cool that Melbourne has fire shows!

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    1. Rubye, I think footballers all over the world are much the same. They are not chose for their intellect. That sounds like it was an interesting job.

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  2. Michael10:32 am

    Ah yes, lovely crown. Do they still serve those moderately affordable Chinese food in the lower levels?

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    1. Oh yes Michael. They know which customers they have to please.

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  3. I saw the award night on tv and was only mildly interested in footballers' wives and who they were dressed by. Then I saw the second wife of a man "connected" to football but not a player himself. Dear god, what was she thinking of!!! And why didn't the husband tell her to dress properly, BEFORE they left the house?

    *sigh*.. the husband is my dad's cousin.

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    1. Hels, you can choose your friends.........

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  4. I always loved the fire show at Crown too, but only if I was seated outside and not *in* the actual, execrable casino bit.

    Ah, footballers. Overpaid meatheads with no social skills and too many people saying 'yes' to them. Don't get me started......

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    1. For sure Kath. You have to be able to feel the blast of heat. You seem to have some footballer knowledge?

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  5. A TV to watch while you bathe?
    Ooh-la-la, very posh!
    It does look very fancy, the kind of place I could happily dream about staying in, but never actually go to, because I know I would feel out of place.

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    1. River, I would feel much the same, although once inside my own room, I would be quite comfortable.

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  6. I visited my daughter and son in law there just before her sister was married at East Malvern...was impressive much more so than our apartment we all squeezed into...would be good to be able to do this for about a weekend and not to feel the $$$ too much

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