Sanity is madness put to good use. – George Santayana
Look at Nurse Martha Leland necking with her boyfriend, Party Time Phil. Some how I have the feeling that Phil is trying to talk Martha into going skinny dipping. I use to be a little party girl myself in my younger days. Fun was my middle name. I never wore my uniform or nurses cap when I went out on a date. That would have been tacky. Nursing uniforms aren’t glamorous, and God knows what kind of stains could have been lurking on my clothes when I left work.
It’s a fact. Nurses can get a little wild when we go out on the town, and we really know how to party. When I was young, it wasn’t a big deal to jump into a mini dress and stilettos, and go bar hopping with my girlfriends after work. Girl’s night out met drinking shots, picking up guys, and dancing until dawn. I had a weakness for university graduate students, Irishman, and medical students that looked like Party Time Phil. My girlfriends and I would go joyriding down main street while listening to REO Speedwagan. Oh yeah, let the good times roll.
Then my friends and I started getting older, and our ideas about life began to change. The night life started looking juvenile, and we stopped drinking until we passed out. I traded in my mini dress and stilettos for mom jeans, a sweater shirt, and a pair of sensible shoes. My friends and I settled down, got married, and started having children. We would still go out together, but we started meeting at McDonald’s. Our children ate their Happy Meals while we gossiped about work and traded grocery coupons. Throughout the years, we have lived through bad jobs, good marriages, and devastating divorces. We’ve supported each other through child birth, hot flashes, empty nest syndrome, and funerals. I can’t imagine life without my girlfriends. They are my rock. They help keep me sane.
My girlfriends and I have decided that we are going on a cruise some day. I wonder if Good Time Phil is still hanging around the pool trying to pick up nurses. He better be careful. Old party nurses are a wild bunch who still know how to have a good time.
Bo
December 3rd, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Gosh, your post brings back memories of nursing school! My buddies and I hung out at a tacky little hole called “Joe’s Bar”—after clinicals—where we played pool and listened to music from a jukebox. I wonder if that bar is still there? One time I bet all the rough-looking guys at the bar that I could drink a waterglass full of Tabasco sauce. They put a bunch of money up on the pool table and …. I did it. Those were the days!
Laura
December 3rd, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Ahh…memories…these young whippersnapper nurses I work with are SHOCKED AND APPALLED we would go out drinking after work when we were in our 20′s. (I’m coveting this book cover. I want it like a wanty thing)
enrico
December 4th, 2008 at 12:41 am
Old party nurses are a wild bunch who still know how to have a good time.
Woohoo! Once a Party Nurse, always a Party Nurse, just more experienced.
Elaine
December 4th, 2008 at 4:24 am
Our crowd used to go to an ostensibly man’s pub and drink pints of beer in a straight glass – none of those poncy half pints in dimpled glasses with a handle.
Didn’t take to long to discover why a beer belly is so called, and then as you say we moved on….
Barbara K.
December 4th, 2008 at 11:29 am
I have been part of a group of women who have been getting together once a month for 18 years. We just talk, about everything. We get each other through life.
tammy swofford
December 4th, 2008 at 9:55 pm
Nurses at parties? I think we have the best of times because our sense of humor is absolutely wicked. We tell great stories and share little medical “insider jokes”.
When I worked neuro ICU we used to have some great parties on the unit at the end of shift. We served up iced drinks in new plastic urinals…. class all the way! wink
Tammy
Traumadiva
December 18th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Three cheers for my nursing buddies…..thanks to you all for hanging in there for a quarter of a century. God we are old. Thank you for this real post.