Yesterday, I arrived at Bil and Jerame's house in DC to spend a little facetime with my Editor-in-Chief and Webmaster during my Spring Break. Aside from delighting in the smart-funny-edgy company, I'm going with them to the fundraiser for GetEqual's one year anniversary tomorrow night at Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams, which comes on the heels of the court arraignment yesterday of the GetEqual 13, who chained themselves to the White House fence when the Don't Ask Don't Tell repeal bill was going down in flames.
Their arraignment was particularly notable, according to the Washington Post, because of the unusual charges under a criminal code section rarely used for First Amendment-protected activities of protest: the catch-all failure to follow police orders, which could mean anything. If they tell you to do jumping jacks, and you don't, you broke the law.
But my hair! It's a mess when it gets long in the winter, as in the picture here. Hair is serious business, and I do not let just anybody touch my curls, which are more akin to bedsprings. And a bad haircut means several months of purgatory while the bad hair demons are exorcised. So Bil suggested I go to see Zhen at VSL on Dupont Circle. I was a little reluctant, but after cross-examining the receptionist, a random customer and Zhen herself, I decided to give myself up to Fate. After all, it's important to look nice at a fundraiser at a tony place like MT+BW, or you know they'll be talking behind their hands.
The Sunday evening fundraiser, and thus my coiffure, is particularly important given the startling events in Court yesterday. The judge wasn't buying it. The charges, I mean. That, and the "after" picture showing Zhen's marvelous creation, after the jump.