Weed and Bourbon don't Mix

Ah...random musings brought to you by Beattie.
After spending my days with the crazy dog in Mount Vernon and at the pub for work, since Wednesday, I spent a relaxing night with my close to brand new bottle of Bulliet bourbon...so good. This seemed like a damn good idea, when I started.
The first Weeds dvd finally got to me via the zen like creatures at Netflix and I was pretty excited to watch it. It's a damn good show. I almost wish that I had Showtime, so I could keep up with the new ones. Nothing good is on HBO anyway and my DVR is lonely and looking for projects.
Three bourbons on the rocks later and I don't remember anything. I may have had more, but I think I was pretty much dead to the world at that point. The last scene on the dvd made me cry. It was that or the bourbon. I also woke up at 8:30 am in a bed without pillows or blankets. Laundry day was Friday and everything was in my living room.
My cell phone alarms went off for 2 hours and I didn't hear a damn thing. Who needs Ambien, when they can just get drunk. And have a horrible and well deserved hangover the next day?