This Is What Happens When You Staycay With Your Mum

This Is What Happens When You Staycay With Your Mum

Debs went west

By Georgie Murray | 5th February 2020

I’m not usually one to have a staycay in my own city since becoming an adult. My staycays now usually involve ducking back to my parents place for the weekend to be fed and loved. Growing up on the other hand, I was very fortunate, thanks to mum and dad shouting little local escapes on school holidays when I was always the first to pack and the excitement was  just as high whether we were off to Fraser Island or France. So, when the opportunity came to sneak off to The Westin Brisbane for a night away, it was a no brainer - duh, I’m in.  My choice of guest: my mum, Debs (about time I flick a few good things her way). The aim of the weekend was to eat well, sleep well and move well. Did we manage to do all three?

Valet should really be called val-yay because pulling-up skkrt has never been so luxe. Upon walking into the lobby and breathing in their signature scent, I funnily enough felt as if I were home. You can decide whether that’s because I’m easily adapted to the luxe life, or because Debs somehow also has the Westin scent wafting through our own place. (Hint: the first one because at this stage Glasshouse hasn’t released a Westin or Sofitel range yet, but maybe they should?).

We were quickly whisked 22 floors up and entered the spacious and light room. Awaiting on my plush bed, perfectly placed, sprawled out, eyes waiting to be met was none other than…Sir Rod Stewart. No, he wasn’t there in the flesh, but the framed pic of he and (soon to be ex-wife if I have my way) Penny had me melting. What a personalised touch! Impressive to say the least. The champagne bottle also helped.

 

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Debs and I were thirsty but we were saving the champas for later so we headed to the pool bar. Although the weather wasn’t in our favour, the swim up pool bar and alfresco dining was still a treat. An aperol spritz in one hand and a hot chip in the other, we were dreamin’.

While in the big smoke, it would be rude not to go shopping. Debs made it rain while we got rained on and we soon had returned to the plush comforts of our home for the night. Following a nap we headed down to the Executive Club lounge as the sun set across the skyline. I warned Debs not to fill-up on the canapes but she couldn’t help herself. Classic Debs. The woman just can’t say no to prawns.

After meeting a delightful Canadian couple it was dinner time at Eden’s Table. Before we’d even taken our window side seats we were entertained with friendly banter by the restaurant manager who had charmed the socks off the both of us. Sparkling rosé was the choice of beverage with our glasses consistently topped-up through the night as apparently we were still thirsty.

Soon enough, out came the most impressive seafood feast one could imagine. I let Debs at it while I strategically hung back. The bugs, crabs, prawns and oysters were delicious and that’s coming from someone who isn’t overly a seafood fan. Although I am on a seefood diet - I see food, I eat it.

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For the main course, we were lucky enough to experience something pretty special. Chanawin Suspin, the Executive Chef from The Westin Grande Sukhumvit, Bangkok was in town and luckily for me, I was in a Pad Thai state of mind. Now, I can’t confirm whether Pad Thai was actually on the menu, but just one mention to Umberto the Restaurant Manager, and it was plated before me. The most delish Pad Thai I have ever had. Legit.

Next thing we knew a dessert trolley was before us like an oasis in a desert mirage. We were bursting at the seams and delirious from the delish eats but I couldn’t let down my strict seefood diet. Debs and I shared a fresh macaron and chocolatey goodness cake, giving Ladurée a run for their money.

Now, you’re never going to believe it, but upon awakening the next morning we were ready for breakky. Back down to Eden’s Table we went for a buffet worthy of a BAFTA  (if there were such a category). Our stomachs were satisfied and we were off to enjoy a food coma - massage combo.

The Heavenly Spa on level three says it all: heavenly. The soft ambient lighting and airy aromas were instantly calming and the session hadn’t even begun yet. We changed into our robes, had a giggle at each other and walked into our double treatment room. I have another bomb to drop: Debs isn’t one for massages and she had already pre-warned her therapist she will likely only have half the treatment (are we even related?). I was in an hour of bliss and came back to reality with Debs still beside me - she loved it and lasted the entire hour. I was so proud.

 

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The massage concluded our mother-daughter staycay and it’s a memory I will forever cherish. It’s safe to say The Westin staff and their attention to detail made the weekend an elevated experience - one to rival many to come. I couldn’t recommend The Westin more and Debs is already planning a few international stays with them in the future which I may just have to invite myself along to, whether she likes it or not. Plus, surely after that she owes me?

Stuck for Mother’s Day? Take your mum for a staycay in our city for an experience like no other.

 

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Article by Georgie Murray

Georgie is a Journalist with a knack for bad jokes and dating disasters. A total open book, there’s no topic off limits for this Rod Stewart enthusiast. Starting her career in Broadcast Journalism, Georgie has since gone back to basics of the written word with a particular love for taboo topics and fashion media.