By Mark La Monica
It's 9:37 a.m. Thursday, my final day on the top deck of the Titanic.
There is so much still to do. I keep trying to purge myself, just to get the true model experience, but every time I try to pull the trigger, I hear my brain say, "What the hell is wrong with you, moron?"
I will invoke the Life's Moral Imperative clause and try again shortly.
There's the little matter of free massages across the street at the Bryant Park Hotel. And yes, I will bring some mimosas with me to that.
Must also add a famous person to my Nicky Eyes Hit List. The best potential for this is some type of LL Cool J function today, a function I will figure out how to attend.
I still need Lindsay Lohan's phone number, but I think I lost that opportunity last Friday.
Another WE bag. They make for great free gifts. And there's the eBay factor to consider.
And we need to see more famous people so I can taunt Cartoonist friend Harris.