By Mark La Monica
Monday mornings will always be Monday mornings, meaning these are the worst moments of the week. Being on the LIRR does not nothing to appease the pain.
The hope is that life will pick up at 1 p.m. for the Oscar de la Renta show. Not that I could afford any of his clothes, but it's a big name in fashion and big names in fashion mean big names in celebrity land.
And frankly, who wakes up at 6:06 a.m. and again at 6:23 just to watch waifs parade around in clothes they don't own?
Give me some famous people to gawk at, a nice selection of A-listers to namedrop at my next social gathering. Heck, I'd settle for some B-listers too if necessary. Just someone famous so I can pretend to be cool for three or four minutes of life and watch the paparazzi trip over themselves trying to get that one "oops" pic that lands them a sweet paycheck from some European tabloid or naughty web site.