Actually, you're floating around, disembodied at the moment. Sort of a neat feeling, a bit dreamlike. And it's all your own fault.
When Dig Freedman came to you with the notion of switching bodies as a way of getting rid of the Vortex of Chaos that surrounds you, you scarcely even hesitated; you'd be overjoyed to get rid of the Vortex. And you knew just who deserved to get it: Bob Enfield.
You've been keeping an eye on Enfield for some time; you've never trusted him or any of his family, and when he joined the ILF, you were immediately suspicious. It wasn't easy, but you eventually tracked his movements closely enough to figure out what was really going on: he was part of the shadowy Followers of Set, the nastiest bunch of wackos around. Knowing that, it was easy to decide to give the Vortex to him.
Dig has been doing most of the work, putting together the necessary drug; you've simply arranged circumstances to suit. You convinced Enfield that you trusted him, bringing him in as your deputy Con-chair, so you could manipulate him a little more easily. The plan was simple enough. Dig would arrange for you to have a bottle of port, laced with a drug that would separate your bodies from your minds. You would arrange to hold a party during the big Vortex, which is supposed to peak Saturday night at about 1:30am. Around that time, you would propose a toast with Enfield, using the drugged bottle. You'd both leave your bodies; Dig would use the force of the Vortex to switch you around; and after you woke up in each others' bodies, you and Dig would throw Enfield through the Vortex. The threat from the Followers would be lessened; you'd be free of the Chaos Vortex; all would be well.
Unfortunately, things haven't worked perfectly. Dig sent the port bottle via Fedex directly to you, not wanting to entrust it to the airline baggage handlers. And the Vortex did its usual thing: Fedex managed to screw up the shipping, so that the bottle came in over a day late. You had to run over and pick it up a few hours ago, mid-Friday afternoon. Then, when you got back to the hotel, everything was being chaotic. That must be when things got screwed up. Your best guess is that you put it down somewhere, and some helpful person moved it to the Plymouth room for opening ceremonies.
Damn Enfield, anyway. It was his suggestion that you drink a toast to the Con-com during opening ceremonies, and he said that he would arrange for a bottle to be there. Granted, it's not his fault that the wrong bottle got grabbed, but it's still pretty inconvenient being dead.
So now you just have to hope that things don't go too badly off the rails. Dig could yet pull it off, if he can get Enfield's trust long enough to get him to drink the toast. And if worse comes to worst, when the Vortex peaks, you could probably get back into your own body. But it would be really nice to be free of the Chaos finally...