A few weeks ago now I was checking my Instagram feed when I came across the phrase on one of my sister’s photos saying she was on “sultana night”. I had NO idea what she meant until I read the hashtag #likeadatebutnot. I love it! (credit goes to her friend Betty who coined the phrase I believe). Date night never really happens around here anyway – we lost our regular babysitter to Uni (we miss you Pene!!!) and we tend to stay in or eat at friends places rather than go out to a restaurant. Anyway! Last night we got to go on our very own sultana night as Rob was working in Sydney for the ever fab QT hotel so I got Gma down here while we headed up there for the night…see? Not really a date, but a night together in between work.
Do you know the QT? I’m always raving about that place namely because I love it so much. SUCH great interiors and use of space – combined with a cheeky sense of humour, great food, cocktail bar and the world’s comfiest beds I endorse this place 100%. I even wrote about it last year (which was probably the last “formal” date we were on!). Note: I just like this place and have no obligation/paid sponsorship to do so. Just ask the Mum’s at School who always hear me go on about it…
Anyway…back to our night. I got to go shopping in the late afternoon which was throughly depressing because there are only black and white/grey clothing to choose from. I couldn’t find ONE thing that I like. Not one! So I hightailed it back to the hotel for a long bath where I watched Bold and the Beautiful from. I was able to catch up on it from the last time I watched it 7 years ago.
Then it was off for a quick pre dinner cocktail at The Lobo Plantation on Clarence Street. From the street you wouldn’t know it was there and then inside the most wonderful green, dark, underground room filled with rugs and palms and of course some pretty good cocktails. I felt young! And relevant! For at least the 45 minutes we were there.
Yes, they really served up a cocktail in a tin can. My eyes were rolling.
They stopped rolling when the side order of PORK CRACKLING came to our table to eat while I sipped on my “Havana Night” cocktail. Disappointingly, the crackle was NOT up to scratch (pardon the pun). Chewy and not crackly at ALL it was like pork skin chewing gum. And you know my thoughts on pork…I was very sad about the whole thing. I even left some! I know, I was disappointed in me too.
We went to Mejico in Pitt Street for a delicious dinner of tacos, guacamole and rib eye before heading back to QT for a closer in the bar.
While Rob worked a little more, I found myself shopping at their gift store/cabinets filled with all kinds of quirky delights…and managed to find myself PLENTY of things I was ready to buy.
In bed in time for Q&A and a solid nights sleep….now THAT is what I call a good night. I was up and out the door bright and early leaving Rob to finish off the rest of his work. But what I did do as soon as I came home was pop some new dahlia’s into my sultana night purchase…have you EVER seen anything quite so mad and fabulous? I just plain love it! Woof!
Is this the most ridiculous thing you have ever seen?
Isn’t it WONDERFUL?
What is it about reaching a certain age where the purchasing of homewares is SO much more appealing than the purchasing of clothes? Or is that just me?