...I'm pretty sure she nicked the tip*
Several of the regulars met at H-train's last night (Tweener, No nickname, Indy, She who saved us from Nubbins, etc) for a cookout. I can't seem to recall the reason why but, we had one. Smo, the lovely and talented preceptor chose not to attend. The wench.
Twas a good time had by all with a whole lot of airing of night shift gossip.
Hopefully all the same, and a few more, will get together in a few weeks for a going away party. One of our faithful shifters is going to Wichita to be closer to her boyfriend--do RNs need a better excuse to drink? Myself, I'm hijacking onto that party because yours truly is leaving for the ER (or ED if you're hip to the lingo). With any luck I won't turn into a cynical asshole like so many other ED RNs. Sorry, more of a cynical asshole.
*shortly after arriving to casa de H-train, No nickname friend discovered that I was going regimental. (That's commando for those of you who don't own a kilt.) By shortly, I mean within a minute of walking in the door. Anyway, several beers later, and egged on by Tweener and her SO, No nickname reached her hand up my sorts to try and touch package....