Games: Do Men Play?

June, 1986

I think I'm about to blow lunch, toss my cookies, make pizza. Puke," said Cleo. "Hey, waiter! Another martini!""More decorum, dear," I said primly. "I mean, we are in Elaine's, watering hole of the glittering literati and Hollywood's finest.""There's Dabney Coleman!" shrieked Cleo. "Yo! Dabney!"It was a mistake to let Cleo drink uptown, but after a day of scouring sales along Madison Avenue, we were heady with the hunt and were now ensconced...