It was another wild whirl of social events for us this weekend. No, really. Friday, we went out for sushi at Kampai, a local favorite kind of place. It’s the kind of place that really floats our boats when we want a lot of good sushi fast, or relatively fast. We’ve been going there for 10 years now, and it’s one of those places where we don’t even have to communicate in complete sentences – or with words, even. Sometimes, all that is necessary to indicate a desire for sushi is an arm, extended in expectation that it’ll be twisted.…