lobster pets.

maine rocks my world.

holy bananas does it ever.

i'd never been to that corner of the country, for about 3 reasons:

#1: never really thought about it
#2: the last time there was a proposition to venture up there for some R&R, i was chained to a film set
#3: it's a frozen tundra world during the months when i have the most free time

but i went. i conquered. and it knocked my socks off. although i never wore any socks. not even once. and that's an awesome concept in and of itself.

sailing. one of life's greatest hobbies. and an excellent platform for hard work and an abundance of unidentified cuts and bruises. as well as the best night sleep you will ever have. it's no wonder parents rock their kids to sleep.

we ate lobster breakfast, lunch, and dinner. i didn't know one would eat lobster for breakfast, but now i do. and when you buy your dinner from a lobster man, off on a lobster boat, in lobster world (i.e. the atlantic ocean), you can score the suckers for fi-dolla (read: 5 bucks) a pound.

i want to throw up at the thought of how many times i laid out half a C-note for lobster in a restaurant. and not even a really great restaurant at that. stupid manhattan and it's fancy stupid prices.

some other fun facts about maine lobsters, as can be seen in exhibits a-d below:

* they can be worn as necklaces
* you can teach them tricks (like drinking beer)
* if you name them and treat them as pets while they are still alive and swimming in your sink, it makes it almost unbearable to listen to them scream when you put them in a large pot of boiling water









i won't tell you what we named them . . .

since they were named after people i (and some of you) know.