You can't get a drink at any of the French restaurants around the Market because it's the freaking Fourth of July. Elbow-to-elbow, accordion music, where do these people come from, anyway? Next to a Dumpster on Pike Place, two plump, tatooed gals on a smoke break are asking themselves that very question while Seattlest, in search of a beverage, records the conversation. "Bastyr Day," one of them says. "The French Revolution."

"French Revolution?" says the other. "What'd the French Revolution ever do for lesbians? Old lesbians, I mean."

"Old lesbians? You tell me."