The Story Continues (Continued)

My mum thought it was very impressive that I booked for us to stay at QT Sydney on the opening night of Sydney Film Festival. 
“You know how much I love Guy Pearce!” She squealed like a groupie trying to catch a glimpse of the action from our suite window.
It would have been very PR girl of me to book this hotel purely to get amongst the action, unfortunately I’m not that smooth. 

Once I realised I was in the direct firing line of a dozen photographers and about to be arrested by a big brawny policeman (who was obviously more on the ball than everyone else), I made a dash in the direction I came from. I did however get to see the back of Edward’s head – It was nice.

(The photo below was taken by a Maple girl on her break, Rob is directly below the S on the State Theatre sign that I should have seen when I checked in – on arrival I assumed that the barricades were there merely to stop dickheads like myself from falling into the street).

After my little trip down the red carpet I decided that I’d had enough excitement and the only thing I would be doing for the rest of the weekend was bathing and ordering room service.  
Naturally I went for the sweetest most expensive thing on the menu (Affogato with crispy hazelnut pieces and another shot of Cafe Patron).

What? I was upset.

Mum decided to take a break from her regular Paleo regime as well and got the same thing sans espresso and tequila. Boring!

In no time at all we were living it up like R Pat. Complimentary Vogue? Don’t mind if I do.

Mum and I talked into the night about everything that was going on in our lives. I promised her that once I made it big I’d buy her a holiday home in Vaucluse with a hot pool boy who looked like Usher circa 2000 to keep her company.

The next morning we woke up ravenous from all of the shit talking. Although we were meant to meet friends for breakfast, I begged her to stay in the hotel so that I could soak up as much of the cleanliness and admire the solid ceilings before returning to The Dirthouse. The beauty of holidaying in your own city is that you know where to get exactly what you want!

Coco Noir in the Westfield serves The Grounds coffee and gives fab discounts to those who work in the centre. My time as a Maple boutique girl certainly paid off! As they were preparing my order I ducked into the lavish David Jones food court to get fresh pastries and a handful of juicy grapes as well as some date logs and a couple of bottles of mineral water.

Ta Da! Breakfast in bed…

The rest of the weekend was spent reclined watching movies (free with most of the rooms at the QT Sydney) having long baths and…
Thinking about that all important question – what next? 
Guess I better find me some new housemates, why not a new lover while I’m at it?
Miss P
About me

Heaven on Bourke is a lifestyle blog created by Miss P, a twenty-something author of a Pleasure Guide pamphlet most commonly found in luxe vibrator boxes. True story! She loves to travel between her beachy hometown of Noosa and London's upmarket Notting Hill, where she writes a smut column for a lingerie empire. Off duty, Miss P brunches in the city and dates many interesting characters. All findings on real life, sex and love are recorded in this honest lifestyle blog for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy gorgeous!

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