I pity lawyers licensed in Virginia, or at other states that require CLE credit. When they go to a conference, they have to actually go to the conference.
For the rest of us, a conference – especially the ABA’s white-collar criminal defense conference – drops much of the pretense of being an educational experience. It’s an odd thing. One would think that the point of going to a conference would be to learn about the law. Yet, sometimes that’s not the move.
I spent some wonderful years in my 20s living in New Orleans. During Mardi Gras, social obligation would require that I attend certain parties before and then after a parade, but they often started really early in the morning and ended very late at night. The entire week before Fat Tuesday became something of a Bataan Death March of merriment, which, when you’re in the middle of it, is not quite so merry after all.
(Relatedly, there’s now a service in New Orleans that will give you an IV of fluids if you happen to have been making merry too much. Gotta love entrepreneurship.)
Aside from the poor schlubs who have to go to the conference to satisfy a state bar that they’re continuing to learn about their profession, laissez les bon temps rouler.