Bjorn Neukom’s purple baggies and orange duct tape will probably not lead to any lawsuits.

Sunday evening’s cabaret had been ravaged by several particularly messy performances. The strong smell from Björn Neukom‘s baggies filled with purple Pine Sol led to allegations of poisoning. In addition, flying chocolate sauce–both indoors and out–left disgruntled audience members with dry-cleaning bills.

Ironically, audience members could be heard commenting after MacKenzie Boyle & Karly Mortimer‘s performance that the sauce in their vase would have been stronger, conceptually, as cow or ox blood. As every fan of performance art knows, blood is both smellier and tougher to clean.

David Frankovich at the University of Lethbridge

Earlier in the day, the snow held off for Dong’s and Frankovich’s performances at the University of Lethbridge. Fans will be heartened to hear that the female roommate of the young man who shouted gay and trans-phobic slurs at Frankovich during hour 4 of the performance came out and apologized for his behaviour.

Dick Averns‘ caravan left the Epcor Centre shortly after 10:30am on Sunday. Missing was the vehicle carrying Les Fermières Obsédées, reportedly driven by a chronically-speeding, caffeine-addict volunteer. The caravan stopped in Claresholm for lunch at Roy’s Place, which sported a sign saying “Hippies Use Backdoor”.

MacKenzie Boyle & Karly Mortimer

After the lecture and performances at the SAAG, festivalgoers walked and drove around the city to half a dozen closed-for-Sunday-night bars before ending up at TenTen on Mayor Magrath Drive. The kitchen was closed, but artists munched on free popcorn and told stories of puking during and after performances.

An informant emailed this photo of Randy Gledhill to artgossip.ca.

At TenTen, Randy Gledhill made good on his promise to finish Wednesday’s story of his road trip with the Hell’s Angels. In this episode, they save him from another run-in with gayhippy-bashing cowboys, and, as thanks, he gets them high on weed.

Near the end of the night, confusion over where the visiting artists would stay became acute as people grew tired and tipsy. “I have no fucking idea where I am and I have no idea where I’m supposed to be!” exclaimed Andy Paterson. Artistic Director Tomas Jonsson left to book a hotel room while Sarah Jane Christensen ordered Domino’s pizza delivery directly to the bar.