An unusual experience for a Saturday night is to spend several hours discussing your thesis, over dinner, with someone who you just met at a party. In particular, the matter of whether some sort of quantitative analysis – such as survey data – could be included was discussed at considerable length. Also debated were the history of the environmental movement from the middle of the last century to now and the role of coffee in academic research.
An even more unusual experience is waking up late on Sunday and realizing that the entire experience before had been a dream. How did I get the rollerblades used to climb the massive hill from the unknown college where the party was happening to the residential complex? And didn’t the person with whom I was conversing look a lot like the pharmaceutical company employee who I met on the train back from Reading?