BREAKING MY POST-PLASTIC SURGERY CONFINEMENT AND RECLAIMING MY SOCIAL LIFE
WITH MUMMY'S FENDI BIRTHDAY LUNCH AT THE MAJESTIC KUALA LUMPUR
💐 🥂 🍾 🎂 ✨
Oh, the sweet, orchid-scented air of freedom! What a fragrant, welcome change from the antiseptic-tinged pall of hospital wards and stagnant shroud of self-imposed social fatwa following my cosmetic surgery. As per doctor's orders, I had spent a week convalescing at home with my social life* as existent as my stomach fat post-liposuction - in other words, none at all. It was my mother's birthday week and as you know, fashion brands love to throw birthday parties for their favourite customers (case in point: Dior and Louis Vuitton). I had to miss the birthday lunches/brunches/teas hosted in honour of mummy by Miu Miu, Prada, and Louis Vuitton for the sake of my health, but happily I was well enough to attend the last of her fashion birthday celebrations - hosted by Fendi at the orchid conservatory of The Majestic Kuala Lumpur.
*I DID GO OUT TO GET MY EYEBROWS AND NAILS DONE THE DAY BEFORE, BUT PERSONAL UPKEEP DOESN'T COUNT - THAT'S JUST COMMON DECENCY...
OF SCONES AND SOCIAL SCENES
The Majestic Kuala Lumpur is an icon that harkens back to pre-independence Malaya, when it was the centre of social life. The colonial structure, built in 1932, was given a gentle facelift in respect of its National Heritage status. Now glossy and gleaming, The Majestic is established as part of Autograph Collection of iconic historic hotels. Some things never change - the staff are still clad in Empire garb ie. pith helmets and safari suits, while white-gloved butlers serve you afternoon tea in the The Colonial Cafe, The Tea Lounge, or in the hotel's main draw - the orchid conservatory. The air-conditioned, airy, flower-lined space is naturally a popular choice for soirees and events - only a couple of weeks ago, Furla hosted 'Urban Jungle' - the preview of their new Spring/Summer 2017 collection.
Pardon my sh*t-eating grin - if you'd escape what I'd escaped, you'd be in (Fendi) getting f*cked up too. And how - present company were pleased as punch to see me. Do you want to know what else got inadvertently punched? My bruised, swollen, recovering body - by overenthusiastic hugs, back slaps, and arm grabs from overexcited acquaintances and friends who forgot the memo that I look like an overripe banana under my full body compression suit! 😱 Yes, that rubbed the smug smirk off my face. Likewise: my Fendi handbag which at 2 seasons old was practically prehistoric compared to others' current or next season Fendi arm candy. Help me, I'm poor. 😭 But hey, mine was immortalised at Keukenhof gardens in Holland.
Lightly toasted Vinaigrette Dressing, Soft Boiled Egg
Cream of Mushroom Soup
Scented with Truffle Oil
Duo of Raspberry and Lime Sorbet
Boneless Roasted Spring Chicken
Potato Fondant, Vegetable Batonne, Creamy Mushroom Sauce
Spring Vegetables, Black Pepper Sauce
Tiramisu Coffee Finger
Petit Four with Selection of Coffee and Tea
I chose the Boneless Roasted Spring Chicken over the Beef Tenderloin. The accompanying potato fondant in all its mousse-like glory reminded me of the baby foods I'd been subsisting on post-surgery but in a good way, thanks to the artfully Julienne-d vegetables that took it from goo goo gah to ooh la la. The mushroom sauce was gorgeous and creamy, and a very welcome addition as some parts of my chicken were not as moist as I'd have like. I also heard great things about the beef tenderloin. Overall, the offerings were decent enough - I would have preferred a more imaginative salad and pudding, but the soup was done well and the mains generally pleasant. The food is catered by the hotel, and I believe the menu also covers the cost of hiring out the orchid conservatory - something to consider should one seek a spot to host one's next soiree.
Mummy and her birthday-twin JL (below, left) were showered with flowers, sweet treats, and attention, as it should be.
I'm just lucky enough to follow along for the ride. 😝
Happy Birthday, mummy! And to her mummy, too. Right now, I'm in Malaysian Borneo where my grandmother lives - it was her birthday celebration yesterday. I'm finishing up this blog post in mummy's city apartment overlooking the beach, while my pied-à-terre (just a little way down the road) is being worked on. It's now time for me to pack, then dash to the airport
where I'll be cutting it verryyyyy fine - there's only two hours between when my flight lands in Kuala Lumpur and when my flight to Sydney departs, and both flights are in different airports. Help. It would appear that my mental agility has not recovered as rapidly as my post-surgery body: I forgot that my flight from Kota Kinabalu to Kuala Lumpur was brought forward a couple of hours so I'd have four hours to board my Sydney flight. I also forgot that I'm spending four, not three days in Sydney! If there's any silver lining to having a memory like a sieve, it's pleasant surprises like these.
Here's to life, its mad escapades, and the celebrations that follow. x