Aside from our anniversary (which in Gay Years On South Beach is astounding), all attention is on, and all of Society will attend, the birthday celebration tonight at Twist for Tommy Decker, the nicest, most sincere bartender on The Beach. The elaborately catered event (by Raul Rodriguez) will commence at six-thirty, and I know many who will be arriving early to taste the chilled avocado soup. I assume that gaudy Baroness will be wearing too much jewelry and that Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish will be donning an ostentatious hat. I'll be wearing Prada, but Mr. Astor will undoubtedly show us all up.