Portland, Maine

Lobster Rolls, fried clams, mussels, hippies, PTs, Allagash Brewery, Ciroc, and the JUE...

What a weekend!!!  I never knew a place this cool existed in MAINE.  Go to Portland, ME if you want only the best in seafood.  The lobster rolls are so naturally buttered they don't even ask if you want butter on the side!  The fried clams are amazing.  Being the avid mussels eater that I am, I was utterly impressed w/the bowl of mussels we ordered twice a day!


The hippies on Peake's Isle are as cool as the other side of the pillow.  Oh yeah, I also gave them my John Hancock... Why not?!?!  Ya just never know.  Gotta love a group of people playing folk music on a Friday evening and drinking wine in a hut, you just CAN'T BEAT THAT!

PTs is a place on the outskirts of this  fisherman's town but well worth it esp if your into blonds.  It's prob one of the better strip club's I've been to in the northeast and all I got was one dance, go figure!  But damn was she hott.  If you love hott blonds that are simple (which aren't) then go to PTs.

The Allagash Brewery I hear is great BUT I was too passed out on the front bench to attend!

Eh Yo Diddy - Dirty Money, you would be happy for one word:  CIROC!

Now you may be wondering what is the JUE?  I am not anti-Semitic and as the cliche goes some of my best friends are Jewish; so not to be taken the wrong way, BUT the JUE is an art of negotiation that is very one-sided. So here's the story: Three of us hop in a water taxi, chilling, enjoying life, pounding Ciroc straight, and having a blast.  Then as we're pulling into the pier I text a friend of mine to find out the price (he took an earlier water taxi).  I'm told $50.  Now my boy -we'll call him Mr. Soooooo Smoooooooth- negotiates for a living, decides to use  his talent.  Mind you negotiations usually go 2-ways, but not this one.  Mr. Soooooo Smoooooth asks, "What's the price?" He was told $50.  He then says, "No way!  I'm not paying you that!"  My mouth dropped and I say to myself, "Here we go again!"  Mind you we're at the pier now.  He next says, "I don't care $50 is too much, I'm just not paying you that!  I'll give you $30!"  He was so emphatic about it that the captain I could tell just turned into a feeble human being and agreed without putting up any bit of a fight.  It was then that I named the real art of negotiation the JUE.

FUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

At the end of the weekend, all this became possible due to great friends who pooled together the funds for me to attend (scholarship).  Money right now just doesn't exist for your boy, yet I still day trade like a hideous creature.  I guess the term FEAST or FAMINE exist for a reason.