Guido and I had a day working on our cars. He was polishing and cleaning his new car. I was replacing the brakes on my not as new car. Just minor work, but things that had to be done to pass the annual car inspection.

That night was sushi night. Matt, the fiance without a name, was back in Iceland for a month, and we'd been meaning to have a sushi night for a while. It was lots of fun. A few false starts, old hands remembering how to make sushi, and teaching new students, but by the end of the night we were all pros. One hint though, don't try and use Basmati rice. It's just not quite the same.