um yeah, my hair is straight. TEMPORARILY! Don't flip out! Actually, it really upsets me how much I like it, I feel like I'm betraying my free-form hippie Jewish self-satisfied confident au-naturale roots (yes, betraying all those all at once). But I just LIKE it. Fortunately it took like 40 minutes for the woman who cut my hair to do (it was her idea not mine!) and I do NOT have the energy for that. I'll take a picture, though.
I went down to Hyde Park tonight to have dinner with the Redfields (for those of you who are up on Anna Cates's life, this is her friend James's family, and for those of you who are wondering about my grammar yes, one does add the extra S on posessive proper nouns that end in S like that) and then I saw Claire's play (James's little sister). The play was, ah, interesting, but the Redfields are so nice and incredibly smart, but not in the cold, exclusively intellectual way that sometimes happens. The father, Jamie, is hilarious, very dry and possibly the most intelligent person I've ever met. He's a professor of classics at UofC. Um, yeah. I'm going to read Anna Karenina now.