Our Favorite Starbucks has always been a Mecca for Colorful People, but one group that made the scene last week really takes the cake. I knew something was up when Terry turned to me and said very quietly, "You might want to get in position with your camera." Moments later, a parade of women walked by, each wearing an outfit that was more brightly colored than the next. First came "Rotund Rhonda," practically busting out of a dress so "dazzlingly" green it looked like she poured it on, straight out of a beaker in Dr. Frankenstein's Lab. Then came "Patty Pink," glowing in a Neon Ensemble that must have been designed for her by Chernobyl & Co. One by one they walked into Starbucks, a shiny, glittery Rainbow of Bad Taste. "They must be on their way to a wedding," said Joyce, dryly. "Yes," I responded, "I hear it's a Same Sex Marriage: The union of Polly and Esther ...!"