"I love San Francisco," I said to Donny, a regular customer sitting in the back of my taxi with his boyfriend. "You musta had a great time."
"We did," Donny replied, "but, man alive, everything's so expensive in that town. With the restaurants and shows, you could go broke."
"Well, nobody said the gay life was gonna come cheap."
"You got that right," Donny said, chuckling. "You gotta ante up if you're going to be gay and fabulous."
"So what to you guys got planned for today?" I said as we scooted up Pine Street towards downtown.
"It's Gay Pride Weekend," Donny replied, "so there's a bunch of events we're going to hit. First off is the Burly Bear Beer Blast at Nectar's."
"Hmm," I said. "That was the Burly Bear - what?"
"Beer Blast," Donny's boyfriend jumped in. "Last year it was called the 'beer festival,' but I think they wanted the alliteration of the four B's."
"What do bears have to do with Gay Pride?"
The two of them laughed. "In the gay world, bears are kind of slightly overweight, fluffy guys, often hairy. Nectar's sponsors a bear beauty contest."
"Well, that sounds like fun," I said. "What next?"
"We'll probably call you later, Jernigan, to take us up to Higher Ground for the Cirque du So Gay."
"Now that sounds truly gay and fabulous," I said.
"That it is," Donny said looking over at his boyfriend. The affection between the couple was palpable. "That it is."