I rocked the house. At the conference, I mean.
I think my delivery was pretty good. I got a couple of good questions--which I understood and could respond to in an informed way. And I got some seemingly genuine compliments afterward. I felt great! It's possible I was a little too chatty and eager since it was so exciting to receive questions. "You want me to say more about my research? You actually want to know? Do you have a fresh cup of coffee? Is your chair comfortable?" Bring it on!
When I have more time, I might share some thoughts about the conference culture, which, as many of you know, is sort of weird. It's especially weird for someone like me, who is a bit of an outsider since a) I won't be going into the job market when I finish, b) my program is in the UK, and c) I didn't know anyone there. I didn't present until the very last session, during which I was able to make some connections, but before that, it was kind of hard to talk to people. Fortunately, I had the hubster around for some of the meal times, so I didn't really have to talk to people all that much.
Oh, and the eighteenth-century dancing on the last night was super cool and fun. I might have to find an eighteenth-century dancing club. There must be some of those around somewhere, right?
And in other good news, the kids seemed, in general, rather unfazed by our absence, which is bruising to the parental ego but liberating for the parental life.