Above, some very easy-on-the-eyes scenes from Team New York's march on Chelsea.
Yesterday, I slavishly ran over to Rufskin in Chelsea (235 W. 19th), where Team New York was making a group personal appearance in order to raise cash to fight AIDS and to become the biggest money-raisers of Broadway Bares. Not necessarily in that order.
The guys, who were (barely) dressed in Speedos and tanks, served drinks and hawked merch to customers, pointing out that Rufskin was donating 30% of all proceeds from afternoon sales to the cause.
I was lucky enough to tail (literally) my pal Andrew and two other eye-poppers as they marched on Chelsea, invading businesses and personal space with red buckets that were hungry for cash. You'd be surprised how many hot guys will ignore a fellow hot guy when a request for money is involved, so I encouraged the boys to go after softer targets: We gentlemen past 40 are always willing to chat with shirtless youngsters and can often be relied upon to open out wallets to celebrate the occasion.