Superbowl Sunday.

We went to S and J's house to watch the Superbowl. They had a projector which enabled us to see how big this guy's head really is. P didn't follow the game too easily because the rules of american football seem to be made up on the spot. There's apparently some rule for every micro-contingency, but nobody seems to know it, so the refs all have to huddle and make something up.

After the Superbowl, we went to grab some sushi. This is at yokosushi by where I live. This is my favorite chef, Rocky. Not sure if the bandana was because it was Superbowl sunday, or if he just felt like the fictional boxer he's named after.