Remember last November, when I was the signage chair for a major conference in my field, and how exhausted and burned out I was, and how I said I wasn't going to do anything for the conference this year?
Yeah. Uh, so, I didn't exactly keep my promise to myself there. I'm not doing anything as hard or involved as that, but I am one of the judges for a student competition, a speaker for the part of the program aimed at attracting minorities to the field, and I am presenting a session (along with two of my colleagues) at the conference. Also, I was asked to help some students who won a prestigious fellowship find their way around the conference. (I was also told I should use this as an opportunity to recruit shamelessly for my employer, so I have them all set to meet some Important People from my workplace.)
The conference is in New Orleans, which is just close enough to drive to (although far enough that it is still a big trip). Jeff is going with me, and we are once again leaving Vinny with Grandma and Grandpa, who were kind enough to look after him once again. Unfortunately, their house is in the opposite direction that we need to go, making the trip about six hours longer each way (since we have to go there and back once each way). But I think Vinny will have a good time, and so will Jeff, exploring the city.