Come back from a few days off and the next thing you know the voice mail light is blinking and you have a great piece of scoop. Great scoop. I can't write scoop without thinking of ice cream. Damn. Hang on a second. Here is the one thing you must get when you have your own office. One of those little refrigerator/freezer things. I slide it under the desk and then when you need a little something like Ben & Jerry's during the day, its right there. If I had a microwave in my office I swear I would live here. It sucks when your office is nicer than the place you sleep. Just makes me want to bring a cot. Plus they have more channels on the cable here and free internet. Oh, and the rent is free. This really isn't a bad idea.
Anyway, this married NBA All Star took a little time away from the family this weekend to play his own version of Santa Claus. No, this isn't a kindness. Apparently he and one of his long time friends got a suite this weekend and invited a gaggle of strippers. Our basketball player dressed as Santa, minus the pants and invited each of the strippers to sit on his lap. Yep. Each one got a turn with Santa and then his friend who didn't dress up. Seems kind of a waste of a good theme. Anyway, the strippers stayed for several hours until Santa and his friend were completely satisfied and finished spreading their holiday joy. Then Santa went back home to the wife and kid/kids to spend some quality time with the family.
