I blame the Great Debate. I especially blame the third speaker for the negative. "Props," her opposition kept saying. "She's using props. It's cheating." The props were a pie pan and a can of cream. She used them to prove that we live in the real world and not in a dream. Specifically, she walked into the audience and demonstrated reality using my face. Poor Tim was sitting behind me and got stray splashes, but I got so much on me that my glasses were entirely covered and my clothing liberally bespattered. .
The remaining cream in can is to be auctioned off to charity tomorrow.
The opening ceremony came before my discovery that cream makes a very good moisturiser. It was a wonderful event. The Wiradjuri Echos - a local dance group - gave us a cleansing dance and then a set of other dance (including one in honour of the upcoming Grand Final - which is not the same game at all as last week's Grand Final. The rest was very funny - and I wish I had taken my usual notes, but this convention notes may be difficult and so I am forced to rely on my wayward memory. My wayward memory right now wants to remember what sleep feels like. I hope other people blog this evening's events, because they were just great.