I will blog about the awards, but Lee is after the computer, so I'm going to quickly throw down some of my quickest impressions.
I was thoroughly drugged by the time we boarded the plane in Perth. My lovely doctor understood my phobia and gave me knock out drugs. This meant I slept for most of the four and a half hours. I did awake for the turbulence, but settled again quickly.
We arrived at 6am and I don't remember much at all. Kate Eltham and Rob Hoge took us back to their place. I made polite conversation for about 2 minutes then took myself off to bed. I don't actually remember leaving the loungeroom.
I don't remember Lee coming with me but he must have because I woke up next to him at about 10am. We went exploring and I bought HEAPS (I'll post about it later).
We arrived back about 6ish with 2 bottles of wine. Kate was there. Lots of other people turned up. Kate cooks a fabbo lasagne.
I flirted with Sean Williams. He's lovely. He's gorgeous. I love him.
There was the news I'd been nominated in 2 (TWO!) Ditmar categories.
I started to feel unwell, but put it down to still being drugged.
I went to bed. I don't remember Lee coming with me but he must have because I woke up next to him at about 7am.
I woke up on Saturday and realised I was SICK! Really sick. I am allergic to Brisbane. My slight sniffles from the night before had turned into a raging sinus infection.
By Saturday night I was totally ill, but got dressed into my super-sexy dress and stepped out with my beloved.
Did I mention how ill I was? "Please let me win" I prayed. "If I win I can go home to die and no-one will think anything of it."
I didn't win.
Bugger. I had to stay where I was and be all cheery or else I was going to appear as the world's worst loser.
Lee won! Yay! At least half my smile was real. I am so proud of Lee and was happy he won.
Garth Nix told me he'd read my blog.
But I was still sick and not getting any better. By 9:30 I'd decided my smile had done the trick and we could head home.
Some lovely friends of Rob and Kate's could see how sick I was and offered a lift home.
I went to bed. I don't remember Lee coming with me but he must have because I woke up next to him at about 6am.
There was a bar-be-que, there were people, there was food. There were congratulations and commisserations all round. The name Ben Peek came up. I shrugged it off. I don't know the guy. I don't care. Memory has garnered me 7 nominations. Not bad for such an terrible story.
I went to bed. I do remember Lee coming with me because we chatted for hours about our weekend and confessed that we missed our kids and couldn't wait to get home to them.
By the next morning the Claratyne had kicked in and I could breathe again. My head was still pounding, but that's why God invented Panadol. Between all the drugs I mustered the strength to do another walking tour of Brisbane. We lunched at Toscani's, usually our fave Brissie place. This time we were rather disappointed. Then we drugged me up again and got on the plane to Perth.
And now we're home. Yes, I'm still drugged, but no longer sick.
Fave people this weekend were:
Robert D (he's so funny)
Rjurik. I fell big time for Rjurik. He is so sweet. And cute. And talented. All that, and he plays the piano too.
I met a lot of sweet and lovely people and it was nice to be surrounded by such good will.