Another great SF tradition is the annual Santa Skivees Run in the Castro which benefits the AIDS foundation. Basically, it's a jog around the block, but you get to do it in your underwear! And, oh my, some underwear is smaller than others, let me tell you... Aaron and I went out for brunch just in time to catch the half deflated blow-up Santa at the finish line being sacrificed for raunchy photos by passers by. We went across the street to the iconic local hot spot The LookOut, where we met up with friends who had "run" that morning. It was packed shoulder to shoulder (or shall I say, butt to butt), and my feet stuck to the floor with each step. We found Brandon in the corner alcove in his Christmas jammies and a margarita, and joined in on the last of the Santa celebrations of the year. I think where I live is the true essence of the word "bubble". There are few places on earth where you can find people coming up with so many excuses to dress up, be weird, and celebrate anything and everything in such fantastic ways. One thing about living in SF...you have to have a good stock of undies!