Ohhhhh, baby! We’re thigh-deep in summer now. And speaking of thighs, ladies—why do so many of you persist in wearing those hideous, poofy tent dresses and, worse, the “formal” shorts that make you look like parking valets at a Pasadena Four Seasons? Meanwhile, we’re finding it kind of funny that the Journey song “Don’t Stop Believin’,” thanks to the season finale of The Sopranos, is suddenly some kind of national anthem, when some of us (cough) who are actually from New Jersey never stopped believin’! Let’s move on to “Oh Sherry,” shall we? Anyhoo … back in New York, specifically Bryant Park, possibly disgraced Tour de France winner Floyd Landis is reading from his new, and dare we say slightly defensive-sounding, book Positively False: The Real Story of How I Won the Tour de France, as part of the “Word for Word” Author Series. Alas, what we really want is the “real story” of what happened to the hot romance between Mr. Landis’ buddy Lance Armstrong and singer Sheryl Crow, and why Mr. Armstrong is now dating a designer-socialite, Tory Burch, who looks exactly like Sheryl Crow …. Nearby, meanwhile, jazz cats celebrate Charles Mingus’ 85th birthday with the original Mingus Dynasty—a band, not a kind of rug from ABC Carpet and Home.