. . . and I saw one from Saturday night that read "Look to your left. Matching sushi shirts."
My sister and I were out for sushi at a nice bring your own wine place enjoying a cool and crisp chardonnay (any cheap Chard' tastes like butter to me), and sure enough, to my left were a pair of nerdy twenty-somethings with matching shirts with pictures of sushi on them that read "That's how I roll." She texted me this information because didn't want to say it out loud because they were one foot away from us. We had a hard time not laughing, and I had to run off to the bathroom because it was just so damned goofy.
When their order came I saw that the shirts didn't lie because they had in front of them more sushi than any two humans should be able to consume in one sitting. I texted my sister back, "We should have asked them what they got before we ordered because they God damned professionals."
We had a good time. I love weirdos. Takes one to know one, I suppose.