New York, you've done me proud

I was prepared to be disappointed by the Sweater party outfits, but I grossly underestimated New Yorkers' ability for cheesiness. I was blown away by Saturday's showing. It was the most stunning spectacle of glorious gay apparel I have ever witnessed. I know that baby Jesus would have been very pleased by our horrendously colorful tribute to his birth.



As the hostesses, we had to set the example for tacky.



Our four festive finalists.



But Gordon’s the winner in my mind.



What frightens me most is that somewhere in the midwest, people are dressed like this without the irony. Well, maybe not like Gordon.