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I like a good beer buzz early in the morning. (1 Viewer)

Wingnut

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I have fully adjusted to working nights and having beers sometimes when I get home from work at 5-6am. Anyone else work the graveyard shift and drink alcohol when most are drinking their morning coffee? Its pretty awesome.

:banned: >>>>>>> :coffee:

 
I work a normal shift, but like to go fishing early on my days off. I've been known to crack my first one at daybreak and polish off a 6 pack before noon. My only issue with that is then I gotta get a 2-3 hour nap in the afternoon to have any energy to last past 8PM. Kinda tough since we've had our little one, but I still usually pull it off a couple times a month.

 
When I worked midnights I found a bar that opened @ 7:00AM. Kinda weird but I got used to watching people drive to work while I was :banned:

 
'Wingnut said:
I have fully adjusted to working nights and having beers sometimes when I get home from work at 5-6am. Anyone else work the graveyard shift and drink alcohol when most are drinking their morning coffee? Its pretty awesome. :banned: >>>>>>> :coffee:
:thumbup: I'll be off work in about 20 minutes and in about 50 minutes(damn deg) I'll have a beer(s) and the charcoal chimney going.
 
A couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head.

We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.

 
My wife's a nurse who used to work the 7pm-7am shift. She'd come home and fix a waffle and a glass of wine. I'd go to work.

I'd generally repay her by being good and hammered before she would wake up later.

 
For Nebraska home games with an 11am start, we usually load up the bus and leave by 6 am. Me and a few others always crack beers right away and get the day going. We're highly motivated unlike most people at that time of day who are slacking.

Occasionally during the summer, if I wake up really early on a Saturday or Sunday I'll start cracking beers. I find it very peaceful and relaxing to drink a few beers early in the morning while everyone else is mostly sleeping. I especially enjoy doing this on Sundays, so I can watch people walk to and from church (there's 2 churches within 1 and 2 blocks of my house). I find this to be one of life's simple pleasures.

 
For Nebraska home games with an 11am start, we usually load up the bus and leave by 6 am. Me and a few others always crack beers right away and get the day going. We're highly motivated unlike most people at that time of day who are slacking.Occasionally during the summer, if I wake up really early on a Saturday or Sunday I'll start cracking beers. I find it very peaceful and relaxing to drink a few beers early in the morning while everyone else is mostly sleeping. I especially enjoy doing this on Sundays, so I can watch people walk to and from church (there's 2 churches within 1 and 2 blocks of my house). I find this to be one of life's simple pleasures.
Bears games are like this, although we load up "Bear Force One" around 4am, and are popping our first brew around 5
 
A couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
You got an address or something for me? TIA
 
Use to work nights and would get home around 7am. At the time I lived across from an elementary school. I use to sit out on my patio drinking beer as the parents walked their kids to school past me.

They used to shoot me some really awful looks :lmao:

 
'Wingnut said:
I have fully adjusted to working nights and having beers sometimes when I get home from work at 5-6am. Anyone else work the graveyard shift and drink alcohol when most are drinking their morning coffee? Its pretty awesome. :banned: >>>>>>> :coffee:
When I lived in Hoboken I'd pass this bar in the morning on my way to the PATH station where all the night shift workers would be inside drinking - I always found it very strange, but obviously it's understandable from their perspective.
 
Just about every time I go to the cabin. Wake up at about 7 because of either a kid crying (nephew or cousins) or a dog barking. Roll out onto the deck with a beer and clam and enjoy the morning. If it was a rough night before, usually just get through the first drink then switch to some coffee. If it was an early to bed night, 6 beer will be done by about 10 or 11.

 
Drank a 6 pack before bed this morning, sat out on the steps while some of my neighbors were leaving for work....a few of them know my schedule, I got strange looks from some of the others, lol

 
Worked the night shift in a factory for a summer when I was 17 or 18. The crew would get off at 6am, we'd be at the local YMCA playing hoops by 6:30, and have a couple beers afterward ~ 8am in the parking lot before going home for the day to sleep. I remember getting more than a few odd glances from people.

 
When I worked graveyard I lived in a giant apartment complex with the main pool (and jacuzzi) adjacent to the main parking lot. I would get off work and take a six pack to the jacuzzi and sit in it lifting my bottle to passersby heading off to work for the day. "Have a nice day!" :banned:

 
A couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
Dam that just made my liver itch a lil.
 
A couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
Sounds like a really effen depressing place
 
I'm enjoying some beers at noon on a Tuesday.

They're 3 other guys here. And one of them is drinking bottles of Bud.

Sorry if you're working. I have to go back to work in a few weeks.

 
I work overnight and have been known to party alone starting right around 6am. Not something I do very much anymore as I drink more than my fill on my three off days. Some mornings I'd get really insanely drunk and blast music at like 9 am. Gotta wonder what the neighbors were thinking.

 
I'm still tryin to get used to crackin my first beer after the sun comes up. On nights I get home around 5ish, its no problem. Once the sun is up I go into 'gotta get to sleep' mode.

 

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