Brush my shoulder and I pop my collar...

… cos I'm worth a million, gazillion, fofillion dollars.

Actually I am about $5K in the hole right now, but I don't care too much about that. As long as I'm not getting menacing phone calls from dudes named Tiny I think I should be alright. In case anyone was wondering where my spectacular blog title came from (as everyone was, because they are so damned entertaining) it's off the new Ludacris album "The Red Light District". Now before anyone jumps on me for listening to Luda, I would like to point out that THE Leo Shia, DJ extraordinaire, has cited the last Ludacris show in T-dot as the best show he has ever been to. We are talking about a kid who goes to hip-hop shows to survive. He has seen the Alkoholiks, Mos Def and Talib Kweli (together!), Dizzee Rascal, Jay-Z, every rapper to ever come out of Toronto, Gangstarr, Nas, and the list goes on. And he still says Luda was the best. To me that has some weight, and I honestly think that after listening to this album one can figure out why his show was so good.

If I were forced to characterize this music I would call it cartoon rap. Luda uses so much inflection and has such charisma on the mic that he may be one of the best rapper's today. I love this shit.

Enough fanboi bullshit and on to the gritty stuff. Last night we had another Christmas party for work (gritty!). This was for my counselling partner, Dave Connolly, and all the rest of his counselees, I would say 20-25 people in total. To start we went bowling (super gritty!), always an entertaining activity. Awards go to John Simmons for Best Body English, Lida Fridjwhatever for Most Awkward Husband, and my manager Joe Lai for Timeliest Entrance/Best Burn of the Evening. To get the best burn you must know that Evan and I get put on a lot of jobs together, and people like to joke that we are a little too close. So Joe shows up at the bowling alley right as everyone is leaving, remarks that he is right on time, and then says to me "Justin, I thought everyone was bringing their spouses, so where is Evan?" This may be funnier if you knew Joe (a small workaholic from Singapore), but I still think it is good. After Bowling we went to the Dave's house (ridiculously gritty!), where his awesome wife Nancy had some of the best appetizers I have ever experienced. That lady kicks ass. We mingled and lost at pool for a while, prior to a mountain of chinese food arriving (I am on my way to eat leftovers that we brought to the office last night). It was a good night, and there were lots of borderline inappropriate jokes made in the presence of a partner. That is always a great time.

Now I am at work trying to track down the last few pieces of information I need to finish this section so I am out. Word on the street has it that tonight is bourbon night. Just a heads up.