What do you get when you put a bunch of WISkers into Second Street Salon with a bunch of hairdressers? A ton of fun, that's what. Hair was flying, driers were drying, color was applying, and everyone was beautified. We sketched while we waited our turn. We sketched while we were being coifed. I didn't see anyone sketch while they were being shampooed, but it could have happened. The wine was opened, the pizza was ordered, and the beat went on. Thanks to Bristol and her great crew for letting us invade her shop. It felt like we were in a movie or a novel.