As those of you who follow me on twitter would know, I’ve spent the past three days in Adelaide for my work’s biennial conference. While my two colleagues have already returned home, my boss and I must remain to work Saturday as well. (Yes, there are only four of us doing the work of an entire National Peak Body NGO.)
I’m exhausted. On Wednesday, I woke up before 6am and finished work at 7pm, with no break. I then went out for dinner and dessert, getting home at 10:30pm. Thursday started early and finished when we were politely shuffled out of our gala dinner venue at 11pm. It’s now 8:30pm on Friday, and I’m so tired that I just spent twenty minutes thinking about how weird it is that I control everything my hands do.
I wasn’t going to post about this trip, but ended up taking so many photos that I can’t help myself. Ergo I present to you Conference Delights Part One: The Right Honourable Peanut Butter Hotel, with commentary via my controlled-like-a-robot hands.
Upon dashing to the hotel on Wednesday morning to drop my bags off before leaving immediately for the pre-conference event I was in charge of, I discovered I’d been upgraded to a spa room with enough beds for four people.
This was more exciting before I discovered that the TV barely worked, the phone did not work, my room looks over one of the busiest roads in Adelaide, and the beds are clothed in Demon Sheets From The Dank Beyond.
But you know what? I love staying in hotels, so I shall forgive. I’m very generous that way.
Yep, I totally got to meet The Right Honourable The Lord Mayor of Adelaide at a fancy reception at Town Hall. He was wearing the most amazing robe (having clearly arrived mere moments earlier via Portkey).
I bet you didn’t know that.
(P.S. Because I know some of you will be interested, the canapes at this event included little sandwiches, sushi [including amazing pumpkin and inari sushi], arancini, little tarts with tomato and pesto, and surely other things that I didn’t get the chance to try.)
Yes, I did eat all five of those peanut butter sachets, both strawberry jam packets, and one of the Vegemites upon returning from the conference gala dinner last night.
I promise, this is what grown-ups do.
(Perhaps not the Vegemite part, though. I think my senses had been bounced around too much by the Bollywood dancing and congo line half an hour earlier.)
(Also, I captioned the above photo with “Hannah being a doofus in the mirror”. Never let it be said that I can’t recognise my own nincompitude.)
P.S. Stay tuned for Part Two, which will showcase some of our conference food, the dessert cafe I hunted down like a sugar-hound the first night, and the surprise that made my heart whirl with delight.