Yesterday we enjoyed but mostly endured The Brat's commencement, MBA from UC Berkeley. I work for her now. The commencement speech was, what we could make out of it, perfectly dreadful. The acoustics in the Greek Theater are blessedly awful.
Imagine sitting in the sun in a black robe, listening to drivel for two hours. Two people passed out. I cut my Tulane graduation, because it would have been even longer and way, way hotter.
This is better:
If you are ever in Berkeley, no matter how you feel about the politics, stroll around the campus. It's stunningly beautiful. Have a beer at the Faculty Club (which is now a public bar and restaurant), a serene and beautiful place. The seasonal beer was Purple Haze on tap.