Why sleep when you can drink mimosas

I woke up 6:07pm today. A flurry of thoughts and feelings rushed in like a blizzard. What time is it? My head is killing me. Am I still drunk? Where am I? Fuck, I slept the day away! And the final last flake... Shit I am suppose to pick up Steven at the airport.

This, my friends, is what happens when you and your roommate pound 4 bottles of champagne after working night shift and pass out at a little before 2 in the afternoon.

I will not lie. Since starting permanent night shift I have been yearning to come home and get trashed. Or even go to a bar and get wasted. Or someone's house for eggs and alcohol and intoxication. I mean i would do it after day shift so often so why should it be any different when I do night shift, even if it is 8 in the morning.

Today I accomplished that.

Lisa, Kimmy and I all convened on our deck for the post work cigarette and discussion of our night experiences. Many mornings when we all work, I'll stop to buy some champagne and freshly baked bagels from Vons. Tonight though, Lisa and I were in it to win it. Kimmy passed out and Lisa and I went off to shower and get changed. Lisa and I decided to stay up have some mimosas. We drank through the one bottle of champagne in our fridge. After Downing that we both looked at each, decided that we should go buy some more champagne and really enjoy the morning sun. Lisa in her I heart Delco t shirt and eskimo boxers and myself in red sweat shorts, gray tank and slippers jumped in my car and drove to Vons. We proceeded to buy 6 bottles of champagen, some freshly baked bagels (they are surprisingly great bagels for the west coast), orange juice and 2 boxes of frosted mini-wheats (they were on sale!). As we were paying, our landlord happen to be at Vons as well and came over to say hi. The randomness! He questioned why we had a 6 pack of champagne. We pointed out that if you are a Vons cardmember you save an additional 10% when you purchase 6 or more bottles of wine, champagne or liquor. So we bought 6! I think our landlord thinks his tenants are crazy, thats because we are. But we invited him and his wife over for some mimosas. They are actually cool like that and if it wasn't 9am, monday morning they probably would have part take in the fun. (

We drove home, sat on our deck, talked about about life and drank through 3 more bottles of Champagen. We discussed politics, california, ICU nursing vs Floor nursing, and other little thoughts and ponderings of life. All the while for some reason in my head I kept thinking that is was still only 9am, even as the California sun rose high above us and the marine layer slowly retreated back over the ocean. The hours passed by and the glasses of mimosas flowed like a running creek, well maybe like a raging rapid. Finally at 1:30pm, we realized we were drunk. Lisa actually called it. Than again Lisa is literally half my weight, 110 pounds maybe 5'1. I am two of her, so she was more gone than I was,not to say I was not on the tipsy side though.

We both headed off to our bedrooms. After that, I woke up at 6:07pm, just in time to see Kimmy off from work but too late to pick Steven up from the airport. He grabbed a cab. His flight came in at 530 and I was suppose to pick him up. I knew I was suppose when I headed off to bed but forget the detail that since I was drinking I would most likely need assistance in waking up on time. No alarm was obviously set. Kimmy said she woke up, saw the 4 bottles of champaign, walked in my room and i literally was past out in front of my laptop with my fingers still on the keys looking like I was typing.

So I sit here, with a slight headache, a nice tan and 4 bottles of empty champagne. Luckily we still have 3 more!

It was a great morning!