Skivvy is back from Alabama, Valerie is in town, Mom just got a brand new sushi kit, I am taking Japanese classes – all of these factors provide plenty of reason to through a Japanese party.

And so, after an expensive stroll through the Strip District, dawning my robe, and putting on the koto music, we took a crack at rolling our own sushi. The rolls started off a bit… messy (likely, the Sake was involved), but after we got in to our swing, we learned that it wasn’t too difficult. Special thanks to Bober and Father Bober for lending us the rice cooker. Apparently, sushi is all about getting the rice just perfect.