Aww, that's right, I've got a fevahhh...and the only cure for it is more
cowbell sushi. ENTER: girls' sushi night at the brother- and sister-in-law's home, where said brother-in-law enjoys honing his rolling skills for an audience. The result? An everything-access pass to all-you-can-eat fabulousness until it hurts. And maybe even past hurt into sweet agony. Sweet, sweet agony...
Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?
The discriminating crowd demands nothing less than perfection. And sake.
Polina turned the camera on me & Amber, as we put on brave faces through the pain.
Tempura makes girls happy. So very, very happy.
On an unrelated note, Amber takes a turn about the room with a cane she found very funny at the time. She & I may or may not have practiced waltzing a few seconds later. I'm not sure. You'll have to wonder.
Words. Words escape me.
Ben finally takes a moment to make a plate for himself, after we all wept Uncle.
Here, Ben tells Polina that our next culinary gathering will be...
(wait for it)
...
(wait for it)
...
CURRY NIGHT!
Oh. my dear. sweet. Lord.
