On Saturday night, Christian and I got to stay in a super duper amazing room at the Sofitel in Brisbane. I had booked just a suite (which was a good deal in itself) and when we went to check in the girl at the counter told us we had been upgraded to a premiere suite. It was called the Renoir Suite, next to the Cezanne Suite and just down from the Monet Suite (I think that’s the one with two floors).
Our room had:
A lounge room with a flat screen TV:
A bedroom with a king size bed with the bestest sheets and pillows imaginable:
A huge bathroom with a spa and a double-headed shower:
A safe (which we locked an empty evian bottle in when we left, and yesterday at work Mel said that they might charge my credit card for the cost of getting someone in to unlock it! 
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An awesome view of the city (we were on the 29th floor):
The floorplan of our room (I stole this from the website because I am an 1337 $up4 h4×0r):
This was the sofitel club that we ate breakfast in the next morning. It looks really dark in the first photo because the light from the windows was so bright. But actually the room was nicely lit, as you can see in the second photo:
Breakfast the next morning was cool. There were a few reasons for this:
* It was free
* It was on the top level (level 30) and had an amazing view
* The club was brand new and cost $2 million to build (this I learned while I was on hold when I called reception because we had no hairdryer in our room)
* It was nicely furnished with armchairs and little tables
* There was lots of nice food
* They had fruit smoothies in little glasses randomly placed amongst the other foods
* They had little button mushrooms in a silver spherical bowl thingy
* The orange juice was nice
* We were comfortably full but not overly so, like you can sometimes be after yum cha
The awards were also on that night. Mel has all the photos from the awards, because I stupidly forgot to bring my camera with me, so I’ll have to wait until she gives me a copy of them to upload them. I got photos with the lions outside City Hall, and also as a drug addict on the bathroom floor (because it was all cracked and ugly, and not nearly as beautiful as the ones at Stamford Plaza).
BUT Benyamin and I did get our photo taken with Richard Wilkins (he was the emcee). It’s a bit blurry because Deb didn’t know that you have to hold the phone camera still when u take a photo:
