Let me say a word about traffic. Sucks.
However, we did manage to get on campus well over an hour in advance of the lecture, so that was a relief. We parked in Lot 5, immediately north of Royce, so that was good, too. However, due to traffic, and due to our not heading immediately out across SoCal, we weren't able to browse the student store, and I couldn't restock various Bruin paraphernalia. So it goes. We did eat on campus though. The lunchroom at Ackerman Union was the spot I used for most of my meals during my time as a Bruin. It was fairly primitive, back then, and it had been redecorated in the last thirty years. We'd eaten there a few times over the years, and it was fine. Now, however, it's had another redesign, and the food service is no longer by the school, but by Burger King. Suffers, I'm afraid.
After a quick bite, we went back to Royce and took our seats. Some local bookstore was selling Bourdain's books, some of which were signed. The Hall slowly filled, and I sat in there, recalling times I'd been there before...Mahavishnu Orchestra concert when I was a sophomore...watched my good friends Steve and Abe graduate from UCLA Medical School in there, and they forgot Steve's name, and what happened then...
Bourdain came out before everyone was seated, but the house was full pretty soon after he got started. He paced, chatted, and basically told stories, many of which have appeared in his books. However, I thought he looked healthy, and especially enjoyed talking about his three-year-old daughter.
He finished off by taking questions from the audience, most of which were pretty predictable, but he did a good job of fielding them.
All-in-all, a nice time.
Then. We'd seen this ice cream place discussed on the Cooking Channel. So, forestcats decided to drive us into Hollywood, and see if they were open. They were. Mashti Malone's. They use some relatively strange ingredients in their ice creams, and we each ate two scoops of different flavors. I had lychee and rosewater saffron. Nice, understated, but interesting in the mouth. They are just north of Sunset on La Brea on the west side of the street; there's a parking lot. For those in the area, it might be worth a look-see.
Home late, straight to bed.