It may be dull reading over and over about gay marriage if you’re not here in California, but for me it’s thrilling. Something I had long grown accustomed to thinking would never happen has flipped over into reality. Plus, suddenly it’s everywhere here. On Saturday we saw two big guys in matching formal kilts walking down 18th street in the Castro; two girls giggling down Market Street carrying a big (we assumed) wedding cake in a box, our waiter at lunch today told us all about his wedding last week in City Hall. And now we’re planning ours. Woo hoo! As I told Diane von Austinburg, all I’ve gotten down so far is that we’ll have a tamales, but what else is there? Her response? Cake.