leavin' on a bolt bus

Okay, boys and girls. I'm heading down south this afternoon -- well at least if you asked the nutjobs who live around here, that's what they'd tell you -- to Washington, D.C. for a little shindig we call the Hugh O'Brian Youth Leadership World Leadership Congress. Or HOBY WLC for much, much shorter.

Anywho. I'll be kicking it for about a week with some highly ambitious, talented, smart and excitable teenagers, and a volunteer staff of grown-ups who aren't too different. I'm going to try my best to get in some updates from the field while I'm there, but experience tells me it'll be tough. We're usually pretty busy, and when I'm not running around the city with 400 16-year-olds I'll be staying up all night giggling and drinking slurpees until I experience simultaneous sugar rush and brain freeze. It's a hard job, but someone's gotta do it.

Worst case scenario, I'll see you in August. Hopefully I'll get to say hi before then. Hopefully Jersey City won't blow up while I'm gone. (This may be the first time I've ever said that and really, earnestly meant it.)

cheers,
elizabeth