I did a little sleuthing on this hotel and Helipad. I was pleasantly surprised to learn you could book the Helipad for a mere $10,000 per couple and have a private feedbag amongst the stars in Singy. I was relieved to see you receive a gold bracelet trinket to memorialize the occasion. I would hate to walk away from $10,000 with only a nine course nosh to show for R2's hard earned money.
|$10 Gee View|
We saw the behemothic queue and managed to wheedle our way to the front. Being tall in Asia has its rewards. We were told we couldn't take the drink upstairs because they weren't in a plastic container so I downed my $35 Mojito in record speed before we proceeded up the staircase.
The sites on the Helipad were breathtaking and the view wasn't bad either. I had to take a cloth to wipe R2's drool and occasionally pick up his chin off the floor from the captivating women. I often have the same problem, but it is only in shoe boutiques. But like my stiletto fetish, R2 knows how impractical and painful these models would be. Nice to look at, but more agony than they are worth.
|R2 and his bevvie of beauties with Random Guy|
The pad was getting more congested by the minute and before we became a statistic of Singapore, we decided to make our way back down. We were greeted by a lineup of over 500 people waiting patiently with entertaining PDAs in hopes for a slight chance they would push their way into the club. We were even more shocked when we reached the bottom floor after a long 70 story ride to see people waiting through the entire hotel lobby. People somehow managed to sneak their drinks in line, and some of the girls were worthy of R2's comment, "Better get a back up bottle, she has a 5 litre engine." You know the type, falling off her stilettos, hair dishevelled and already three sheets to the wind from way to much liquid courage.
The Helipad wasn't the only party we had amongst the stars that week. R2 wanted to host a party for former colleagues that have all returned to Singapore. These guys and gals, like R2 have worked all over the world, but managed to find their way back to this common meeting ground.
|Already spoken for...sorry Susan|
Two things saved this affair. The first was the outstanding gift one of his guests gave us; a limited edition Jasper Goodall bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label. We are not whisky drinkers but in this case, we will make an exception. The second thing to save the soiree was our helper Susan and her efficient skills to barbecue the Satay, organize the catered Thai food, and keep the pantry spotless so no kitchen hangover to contend with in the morning. She, like my iPhone would be next in line for me to marry, if I wasn't already spoken for.
We hosted this party up on our penthouse under the stars. While it is safe to say I don't think a helicopter has landed on our "pad," I can assure you it is big enough; that or house all the overflow revellers from the party at the club. We couldn't see the Marina Bay Sands with our top view, but we were able to see all the way to the airport and watch the planes circling over the beach, ready for landing as we gorged on Satay.
What a week in Singapore. I never know what will occur; a party that rivals anything New York, London or Hong Kong can offer in a plush club, a storm that blows up out of nowhere making you scramble for cover or a concert with 50,000 people in the Indoor Stadium. This island has it all, you just have to look for it. Perhaps, Dear Reader, I will tell you about the concert another day.