At a party that author Bob Heide invited me to at the Gershwin Hotel the other night for late, great pop artist Andy Warhol’s birthday, I was most captivated by these two mature gentlemen dolled up in crinolines and pincurls. You gotta admire that level of sheer nerve! After praising their large lollipops, I asked the girlie guys if they always dress like this. “Day and night,” one of them replied, beaming. “Except when I sleep. I’ve been retired for three years, and no one cares what I do.” I do–I love it! And no doubt Andy would have flipped his wig about it too.