Back in the Burgh

I was oh, 8 months pregnant, when my boss came to me and said, "I have been invited to speak at a conference in Pittsburgh the last week in July, and I can't go, do you want to go and give the talk instead?"



Hmmm, had I not been pregnant, and known that I was going to have a roughly 6 week old baby that week I wouldn't have hesitated to say yes. As it was, I thought about it first, and still decided to go. It was too prestigious to pass up, particularly as a grad student, and it was at my undergraduate alma mater.




So, a few weeks ago now, the three of us piled in the car and drove to Pittsburgh. For three days, I would go down to the conference (in the hotel conference center) and come up between talks to feed the baby. Justin watched him while I was "being professional" and we had a good time. It was like a mini-vacation and conference rolled into one.




Before we headed back to NY, we stopped by the old haunts, and toured Phipps (where Justin and I got married seven years ago). It was particularly special to bring Russell there.




I miss the burgh. I just never fell in love with Long Island the way I did with the Burgh. Let's hope I can love Phoenix.