Oh my god, it's my cab driver!

"Oh my god, it's my cab driver!" It's the guy from last week who uttered the deathless line "homosexuals love drama." Only now, he's with the drama-inducing boyfriend who he was going to see last week, and now it's his birthday, whereas last week it was the first guy's birthday.

But it gets better. Their female friend chimes in. "Guys, this is the cab driver I was telling you about a while back, when I was telling you how happy I was to have a girl cab driver! We listened to great music the whole way, too." OK, this is a bit too surreal. But fun.

"Music!" shouts this week's birthday boy, "we must have '80s music!" I hand over my CDs, saying, "Unfortunately, I think the only '80s thing I have today is Tears for Fears." But it doesn't matter. "Björk! Oh, we are definitely listening to Björk!"

I recently read an article that mentioned that Björk was remarkably popular for an artist with whom you could not actually sing along. You know what? He's right. Lord knows, we tried. The best we could do was chime in on the words "human behavior."

I ask the boyfriend how last week's criminal lineup went. "Oh, I got to go identify a bunch of skinheads. So much fun." I drop them off at Southwest 2nd and Ash, and kiss the birthday boy on the cheek. He kisses me back and says, "God, you smell good. Guys, no, seriously, you should smell her." Err....