From Kelli:

I went back to my super-cheap Chelsea haircutting place, but this time I I was paired with a dude, and we were having a little language problem. As in we didn't seem to share one in common. I felt reluctant to communicate my hair desires with only gestures.

But then I remembered how fellow Gayety organizer, Bevin Brandlingham, observed that my last haircut "looked a lot like fleet week."

So I said "fleet week?"

And the guy buzzed away.

And I looked upon my haircut and I was happy.

And decided that from this day forth I shall call this particular haircut "Fleet Week."

The end.