Hobbit gets waylaid.

Needing relief from PhD slogging, Suse came to Berkeley for hobbity fun and a reunion of the three skinny Korean gal pals. Since we haven't been gunning together since Verona, we've planned no shortage of adventures mostly revolving around bakeries and pastry shops.

Since cream pies shouldn't crowd out all the adventures, Sof, Suse and I planned to checkout the new DeYoung museum while the copper was still unoxidized. Then we could have a reunion next year when the building's gone green. On entry to the Golden Gate park, lo and behold- WoC. This did not escape Sof's notice. After going up the viewing tower of the De Young- exactly what you would expect- Sof so casually steered us back to the only official pot event in the park. We walked about the long way as is the common case when Sof steers and mistakenly ended at the back door of the County Fair Building. None wanted to sneak in the back door past the buzzing cluster of potheads. A few sniffs confirmed our suspicions. But then noone not even Sof wanted to handover 20 bucks for the front entry fee- who ever pays that for lectures on hempology. So all we got was this unnatural photo of Suse, the most uptight hobbit in all of Hobbiton who has never had a single puff in her life. (I bet she will demand this photo be taken down as soon as she sees this. Too late!)

The main event of course was the start of the LOTR festival in full garb. Suse was a hobbit genetically predisposed to only one really hairy foot. Sof had the wacky idea of being Gandalf the White's girlfriend. Most confusingly she also insisted on taking pictures of herself kissing Legolas on the screen. After these screen smooches, she promptly fell asleep on the couch.