Mimosas (champagne and orange juice) are lovely with bacon and eggs and coffee.
In my drinking days I developed QUITE a fondness for champagne while working in a liquor store. Never could understand why anyone would adulterate perfectly good champagne with OJ! (And if the champagne in question wasn’t good by itself, I didn’t understand why anyone would drink it instead of the good stuff!) 
They’re known as Bucks Fizz where I am, and I would always use cava or prosecco for them rather than champagne.
Because champagne doesn’t taste as good with bacon and eggs! 
Wake, bake, Bloody Mary(s), then proceed from there.
“YEah imma little drunk so what/? YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME INTERNET!?”
/stumbles off, bumping into things
That’s nice, dear, but what about PSXer’s problems?
(I almost said “PSXer’s problem,” but Lord knows, he has more than one.)
Never meant to imply.
(But if you were, I’d love to be indoctrinated/adopted by your tribe. Would three months like Avatar do…?)
That’s why you don’t stop drinking.
As it happens, I have been drinking with some friends since 2pm today (seriously*). The only thing wrong with it is that I appear to have stopped!
Oddly enough, when I was at lunch right before the event, two guys came in, ordered a shot of Jamesons whisky, drank it, paid, and left. I found this weird.
But yeah, as someone else said, I feel a little “off”. Not really “like ass”. More like I feel like it’s 1 am and I should be hunting for an open IHOP. Or I did three hours ago. Now I just feel weird. I may actually go down to my corner bar and grab a drink just to reset my “drunk clock” to the right time so I can get to bed later.
Drinking during the day isn’t particularly unusual. Mimosas and Bloody Marys are traditionally morning drinks. People drink margaritas and pina colatas on the beach all day while on vacation. Tailgates and barbeques are typically earlier in the day. And of course you have the 3 martini lunch.
You really don’t want to do it all the time though for the same reasons you don’t want to be drunk all the time at any time of the day.
*seriously as I’m being serious…but we were also drinking pretty seriously.
I don’t see anything wrong with it as long as there isn’t anything else you’re supposed to be doing. When I worked in securities lending we started at 5am and were off at 1pm. Plenty of times my coworker and I were at least a little drunk by 2pm. We were generally sobered up though, in time to get home before our spouses did.
A checkout lady once told me, “It doesn’t matter what time it is; it only matters what your plans are.”
A checkout lady once told me, “It doesn’t matter what time it is; it only matters what your plans are.”
She told you twice or did she stutter?
Funnily enough, I have almost exactly the same thing. It goes a little something like this:
SCENE: Martini Enfield’s lounge. INT. LATE AFTERNOON.
Martini Enfield walks through the door, dressed like Don Draper, carrying a briefcase
APPLAUSE
MARTINI: Honey, I’m home!
Laughter
MARTINI: That’s right, my wife is working this evening. You know what? I’m going to treat myself to a delicious snifter of high-proof spirits after a busy day at work!
Puts down briefcase, hangs hat on rack, walks to liquor cabinet, selects bottle of 101 proof bourbon
SOUNDTRACK: “Mars, Bringer Of War” by Holst. Music builds as Martini finds a glass, fills it with ice, pours himself a drink from the bourbon bottle. Dramatic camera angles heighten the tension as each step is undertaken.
MARTINI: Excellent! Now to enjoy my beverage, which will render me legally incapable of operating a motor vehicle for several hours. But I’ve finished work and have no plans to go out this evening, and shall instead relax with my drink and a good book! Hurrah for being a responsible adult!
Music reaches a dramatic crescendo as Martini lifts glass to his lips. Audience can almost taste the drink themselves
TELEPHONE RINGS
MARTINI: I wonder who that could be?
Answers 1950s style rotary phone
MARTINI: Hello? No, just got home from work and… Oh. You need some stuff from the shops. What, now? Yes, I realise they close in 40 minutes but can’t it wait until tomorrow? No? Oh… we’re meeting them for dinner at 7? I thought you were… Oh, OK, you’re going to finish early. Cool… so, 7pm at their place, right? (Sighs) OK, I’ll go to the shops now.
Hangs up
MARTINI: Dammit!
Puts drink down unsipped, regards it wistfully, Collects hat from rack. EXITS.
Aaaand… Scene.
On a more serious note, the problem with being drunk at 2pm in the afternoon on a weekday (or a weekend in which a BBQ or fishing trip is not involved) is that it says to other people “I have absolutely nothing- nothing more meaningful, constructive, or better to be doing.”
Now, if you work shifts or whatever then that’s slightly different, but the reality is that if you come into the supermarket completely shitfaced at 2pm on a Wednesday then many- if not most- reasonable people are going to reserve the right to mentally label you an alcoholic, regardless of the actual circumstances involved in your libations…
That’s a good point. Now gently remove your tampon, finish your drink, pick up your wife’s groceries or whatever and go meet the Boringtons for dinner. Heck, the drink will probably help you deal with all that crap.
The Boringtons? Oh my God - we have a couple in my social group that are exactly that. They introduce themselves to us every time we meet them - we’ve known them for eight years. The wife goes to the bathroom about 15 times every dinner - I wish she had a coke habit - she might speak up and say something once in a while. The husband is an engineer.
Um, sorry, got a little off topic there. 
Does PSX ever come back to threads he’s started?
Yeah, it’s much more fun to have another couple that likes drinking. My GF and I used to have another couple with who we turned Easter into another drinking holiday (right after New Years, St Patricks Day, Hoboken St Patricks Day, Memorial Day Weekend, Labor Day Weekend, Cinco De Mayo, Weds before Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve.
Yesterday my breakfast was a slice of leftover Christmas pudding fried in goose fat, and a glass of port.
Try it this Boxing Day - your tastebuds will thank me