Walks of Shame
 

I posted on the "I'm a Sorority Girl" thread and then I came to wonder if any of you out there have any great "Walk of Shame" stories...

I have two really bad ones...

*I had spent the night at a fraternity house (I fell asleep, ok?) and I woke up at like 9 and threw my clothes on, and then as I was pulling my sweater on, I hoped to God I wouldn't run into any of the guys on my way out. I was arranging my hair and thinking I was in the clear...until I reached the stairwell and was faced with a dozen brothers! I tried to be nonchalant about it and just greeted them, "Hey guys! Good morning! What are you doing up so early?" and then flew downstairs. You would think that would be the end of it, but when I reached the front double doors, they wouldn't budge! I struggled with them for at least five minutes, on the verge of tears, when two of the house workers finally strolled up to me and informed me that the doors were jammed and I was gonna have to walk out by the side. So I had to walk through the dining room (where a bunch of guys were having breakfast) and through the kitchen and then through the woods by the side of the house to finally get to my car...ugh...never again, hopefully.

*It was the day after Halloween, and I had crashed with two of my sisters b/c we had all gone to a late night. Anyway, I had to meet one of my other sisters across campus to pick up my car...dressed as a bumblebee! It was 8am and everyone was walking to class, and there I was, with my short black skirt, full bee attire, and black high heels, with a terrible hangover! It was so so embarrassing...if I had not been so nauseous and headachey, perhaps I would've been smarter and borrowed a normal outfit from my sisters.

hahahaha,......Your 'Walks of Shame' cracked me up! I'm still in high school, so no walks of shame yet. But, I'm sure I will experience one before my four years is over. I especially liked the bee story. That must have been some walk too, since UF's campus is pretty big. :D

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did the walk of shame this morning. nothing happened, my roomate was having a party and I didnt wanna stay for it, so I went to my friend Julie's to watch a movie and grab dinner. I ended up crashing on her sofa and left this am as she was leavign for work. Just as her next door neighbor was leavign for his job. Funny thing was that he was out yesterday morning when her b/f (a brother of mine) was leaving the apt. I wonder what her neighbor thinks....

I had to stay at the ZTA house one night after my big sister's 21st birthday. We had all come home on a party bus; a cop saw this and decided to park himself outside our house the whole night hoping that one of us would get in his car so that he could pull us over for a DUI. I got up the next day 11am and walked out to my car. I'm outside on a Tuesday afternoon wearing a pair of black pants and a shiny halter top. The Pike house is next door and some of the Pikes that I'm friends with happened to be outside. They spotted me and immediately made the assumption that I must've spent the night at a fraternity house and was walking back to the ZTA house to get my car. I tried to explain the situation to them but with no avail. To this day, whenever we're all in a huge crowd of people, they love bringing up the story of how I am a shacker who walked down Greek Park in my black pants. :rolleyes:

Day after Halloween walks of shame are always the worst... a few years ago I did one myself, I'd gone to a party dressed up as a devil in this incredibly tight, short, slinky red dress that I never expected to see the light of day, and super high heels. Well, I ended up "making a friend" and stayed the night at the Phi Mu Alpha house, which happens to be all the way across town from where I lived at the time.

So, about 10:30 the next day (Sunday) I began the walk of shame, and realized, far too late, that I was walking across the street from a church filling up with elderly women, who were clearly gawking at me and thinking I must have been the biggest sl*t on earth :o

it is usually the grils who do the walk of shame....but i have a story too

i went to a sorority formal this spring. it was last minute so i forgot to get my shift covered at my job (i worked the front desk of my dorm). i got really drunk at the after party at the hotel, and the next morning at 11:00 my date drove me home. i walk into my dorm still in my suite---i slept in it---my hair was all messy, and i was carring a big gift box from my date that had my name, fraternity leters, and "sigma kappa spring formal 2002" on it. my boss was at the front desk with a few people i knew quite well, and was like "hey josh...where were you last night?!"

Aw Josh! That's not so bad. At least when you move into your house you wont have to walk very far from the SK house. The shame will be minimal. ;)

My poor cousin had a faux walk of shame happen-she had taken her bf to her formal one night and he left his car at his house. They stayed somewhere that night-don't really remember, but the next day, they get up early and she takes him home early, b/c his parents are coming by his fraternity house. Now, she looks like ass after a long night, so she drops him off, and leaves to go home and make herself presentable so she can meet his parents-for the first time. Well, she drives off and realizes that he's left his wallet in her car, so she turns around to bring it back to him. He's already gone inside, so she goes up to his room to drop off the wallet and he walks her back down to her car-and thats when his parents arrive....right when she's getting into her car in front of his house with last night's hair and make-up, and mismatched clothes. So, she had to meet them right then, and she about died.

My story is the classic-after a night of going out, I stayed with a "friend", who's place was across campus from my dorm. I headed back to my place in a short denim dress and heels. At the time I didn't know what a walk of shame was, but my sisters let me know very quickly!! :p

Not exactly a "Walk of Shame," but an embarassing situation at the time which seems pretty funny now.

I was working at a TV station about 75 miles from where I went to college, but my girlfriend (now wife) was still on campus, living in a really nice apartment which happened to be built over a garage behind another house.

She and her roomies had a party one night which, of course, I drove down for. I got just a little wasted, and ended up crashing at the apartment.

The next morning, there was this kind of nervous knock at the door. There was the captain of the basketball team (a really nice guy) who lived in the house in front of the garage. He was pretty embarassed to bother us, but it seemed I was parked in front of the garage and he couldn't get his car out to catch the team plane for an away game.

The best always was when the fire alarm would go off at the dorms at 4 am, then you could see just who was staying where....

I sort of have a "walk of shame" situation...My bf is a Sigma Nu and he lives in the SN House. Well I used to stay with him a lot and one day during the week, he left for class while leaving me sleeping in his room. Well I woke up bc I really had to pee and the "Guys" Restroom is really close to his room, so I ran in there and no one saw me. Great! Well when I go back to his room to go back to sleep, I quickly figure out that the door locked when it closed. So there I am, locked out of his room, wearing boxers and a sports bra, looking like I just woke up. There is a utility closet that was open right next to his room so I decided to wait in there. It was cold so I grabbed a roll of paper towels that was in there and wrapped it all around me to keep warm. I waited for him for 2 hours in the closet - during that time I fell asleep. When he finally got back, I heard him unlocking his door and I called his name and pushed open the door. He found me sitting on the floor all wrapped up in paper towels and in my bra and boxers. Now that was embarrassing! Especially hiding from all the guys whenever they would walk through the hallway, I was just waiting for them to get something out of that closet! :eek:

My (only) walk of shame story... :o

I went to a party one Saturday evening at the dorm next door to mine. I ran into a friend of mine, and we started chatting... to make a long story short, he and I are now married. ;)

Next morning, I put on last night's clothes, which thankfully were subdued enough to be "acceptable" for daytime wear. My hair was a mess, and all he had was a little plastic comb and one of those short bristle brushes that are fine for short hair but do absolutely nothing for long hair... so I'm using this comb to try to put my hair in order, and of course I'm failing miserably.

I went back to my dorm and ducked in the back door, and went up to my suite, where a couple of my suitemates were having breakfast. Everyone in my suite knew I shower in the morning, so when they saw me walk in fully clothed and THEN go take a shower, they knew precisely what was up :o

LOL...I cracked up here at work picturing someone wrapped up in paper towels. That's classic. I haven't had any really bad walks of shame. LOL...I did have a "drive" of shame though. This semester I was bored one Sunday night after exec and I was on my computer. My "friend" Bryan popped up on my instant messenger and we started chatting. Next thing I knew I was on my way to Lafayette (which is about an hour from where I go to school) to get some. HEHE. Well I finally got there around 10:30 or 11, we messed around, did our thing, and started watching a movie. I decided to leave some time after midnight. The worst part of the entire night was driving home thinking to myself that I wasted gas on pretty much nothing. LOL. IT WASN'T WORTH THE DRIVE!!!! My roommate still hasn't let me live it down. LOL. Never again will I go for a booty call that is more than 10 minutes from my house. HAHA.

Allison

My only "official" walk of shame story...it was a weekend (Homecoming actually) and I went with a sister over to the ATO house, where we had a mutual friend who was actually another sister's ex. She eventually left and I ended up spending the night and heading back to my house (sorority house) about 11:00 Sunday morning. Luckily my walk was short as I live right across the street from the fraternity, and most of my sisters had left early to go see "Rent", so I avoided major hassles.

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In the interest of research, and wanting to help GC'ers undertand the phenomena better, I decided to get laid last night.

Hey, I did it for ya'll...

Anyway, was at a concert and ran into the ex. So i proceeded to get drunker because the ex was there... Ended up going home with the ex....yep...had ex sex. Not a good thing for me to have done.... :eek:

So this AM, at about 7:45 while everybody is offing to work, theres me LOOKING LIKE ASS schlepping across town, way overdressed for 8AM and feeeling like baked armpit.

Ohey Vhey...

now THIS is FANTASTIC - unreal. Unprecedented - you are my new hero.

This dude should marry you - paper towels?!? hahahaha



I used to stop at Bruegger's at 7am on the way home - if I was up that early, you can bet that it was on the way home from the booty. Nothing better than post-coital bagels.

A very near miss...
 

The paper towel caper reminded me of a very tense (but now funny) situation way back when I had my first apartment after college. I was a TV director at a station about 75 miles from where I went to school. Remember, this was in the 60's, and things weren't quite as "liberal" as they are today.

A young lady, who will remain unidentified, had come up from our little college town and was spending the weekend with me in my new place.

At about 10 AM on Saturday, there was a knock on the door (which woke both of us), and it turned out to be her older brother who was going to college in the city where I worked. I don't know if he suspected she was there or just stopped by to see the new place (yeah, right!), but we chatted for what seemed like an eternity and he finally left.

I went back into the bedroom, and found her hiding in the closet with one very small article of (bikini) clothing on. Damn, was that sexy!

On another occassion while I was still in school, a young lady (gee, maybe even the same one -- or maybe not) dropped in on me at my apartment on a Saturday morning. Someone knocked on the door while we were in bed and we ignored it. About two years later, the guy who knocked asked me if (name not mentioned to protect -- well whatever) and I had been there that morning. He just had a strong hunch. Strange.

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!!!!!!! I love it... OK, that said, will have to tell one of mine...

last summer, I was in the land of sodom and gomorrah otherwise known as Dewey Beach, Deleware for the weekend with some of my girls.

saturday morning its overcast, so the entire town of weekenders heads into the starboard to drink. it's like 11am and we're downing raspberry stolis and sprites like its 11pm. Some guys wander up to us, turns out my girls know them in passing from the D.C. area. We all start to talk. I fix my eye on one of them and am like oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well before we know it, its 3pm and we're piss drunk and have to head back to our hotels to get ready for the happy hour otherwise known as jam session at the barrel and cork or whatever the name of the joint is--i was soooo drunk at this point its not funny.

We drink more in the room while attempting to shower and put on makeup. It was a hilarious, if not altogether pretty scene.

So I put on my orange halter top and the tiniest scrap of a black mini skirt you've ever seen.

We go on down to jam session, find the guys, and proceed to dance and drink ourselves silly. Two fisted drinking at this point, as if I needed it. lol Well, mr. Green Eyes was of course ALL TOO WILLING to ply me with more and more liquor.

I cannot even DESCRIBE to you the state the 4 of us girls were in. Me, for instance, and I will warn you that this is gross as hell-- I dumped out onedrink, would barf into the empty cup, eat a mint and go back to drinking. Insanity.

So Jam session ends and me and green eyes (i Do remember his name, for the record, and if I so much as lay eyes on him again I cannot be held responsible for my actions, but that's ANOTHER story) and one of his friends and one of my friends all head to another bar--

Dewey beach is about a mile long from end to end.

At this bar, I decided I was done. I could not drink anymore. I could not stand anymore. I didn't even want green eyes anymore. I was done. So I decided to leave. I shouted BYE to my friend and the boys and left.

I weaved my way out and was well out front before Green eyes caught up with me and was all "We need to feed you"

Yes ladies and gentlemen of GC, its 11pm and we'd been drinking since 11am with no food. and Yes, we do normally know better.

So, we head on out to get a slice of pizza and then, because he was nearly as drunk as me, stumble back to my hotel which was closer.

Well, we find one fo the other girls there with someone so we bail and head to his hotel.

***what happened upon arrival at green eyes place omitted, but I will say -- ****FABULOUS*** WOW WOW WOW WOW***

Next morning dawns. Its about 9am and there is nothing i want LESS in the world than to put my halter top, mini skirt and heels back on and walk the full length of Dewey beach--yes my hotel was at one end, his at the complete other end--with no sunglasses, no less.

Well there I am, heading home in total SHAME, families going off to church pointing and laughing and parents telling a cautionary tale about the girl who drank too much and then became obsessed with a pair of green eyes. I have not been able to look at that halter and skirt in the same way since.

SO I enter the hotel room, all the other girls are there, I announce that the whore of babylon has returned to the fold and they proceed to tell me their stories-- the most amusing of which is terri-- who came back to the room to find erika in a state of undress with a guy and she took one look at him and said "Hey, I kissed you earlier" And fell face down on the other bed, passed out cold.

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HAHAHHAHAH. I am dying ova here! stop! hahhahah.

God, Amy, you are so my hero. I have said it before, but its true. We so have to go drinking sometime, just for the stories. You'd end up with a broken arm from trying to climb a stop light telleing us all along that you could too in fact be a stripper if you wanted too and look they put this handy pole right here for you....

me, I'd end up in jail from "robbing" a homeless guy after I tried to make change in his coin cup so I could get quarters to buy smokes outta a vending machine.

Walks of shame are always the worst when they invlove minivans full of families on the way to church. I havent been near a church in 3 years, but you can bet your ass that I'll end up in the front lawn of one after a night of partying....

and that my friends... is post #1000. :D :p

my "walk of shame" story is not really a walk but a very embarrasing situation. I was with my boyfriend at his house here in Austin during Thanksgiving my freshman year in college. His parents were suppose to be out of town the whole holiday weekend. I think it was Friday or may have been Saturday morning we were in bed upstairs asleep (at least we weren't in their bed :)). They both walked into the room and found us. It would not have been so bad if they weren't southern baptist-oh lordy. Needless to say I guess I did a walk of shame down the stairs to my car to go back home to A&M.

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Funny stories :)

I have two of my own. My freshman year I was dating a girl and became best friends with her roommate in the process. I would sometimes hang out with the best friend when her parents were in town and the parents were really conservative and loved me. Well our little buddy situation made it ok for me to sleep in her shared room with my girlfriend. That morning whichever jackass was working security was gracious enough to let my bestfriend's parents in without calling up to the room. She brings them in after opening the door, forgetting I am in bed with her roommate. I wake up and look around, and they are staring at me. I was so tired that I just said "Hi Mr. and Mrs. ___" and got up and walked into the bathroom with only my boxers. Literally 15 seconds may have passed when from the bathroom you hear "Sh*t, ph*k me". Well i just jumped in the shower and took a shower for an hour and a half until they left.

Another time, I was back home in NY and my school is on a different schedule from NYU. Well...I get really really trashed and end up waking up at a girl's place. Funny girl slept in her own bed after we had our fun and left me on the couch in the living room. However, I remember waking up and getting a strong pain in my head and totally fainting. An hour later i wake up with a cut lip and put on my clothing and walk downstairs. I smelled like cigarettes and alcohol and sweat. My clothing was really messed up at this point...like half of the shirt buttoned, and I didn't realize anything about how i looked or smelled. Well the security guard of the dorm had to question me just to make sure i wasn't a crackhead who got into the dorm. At the end he told me i looked like crap which means the sex was great and let me go. On top of that nobody sat next to me on the subway. Wonderful memory.

Another one I thought of...
My house is the only sorority house on Frat Row (for now at least) and one night I had crashed at Pi Phi with one of my sisters after we had all gone to a party. Well, the next morning, we walked from our house to the big Frat Row parking lot to get my car and were still dressed in our little party outfits. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal...but on the way to my car I heard a voice behind me go, "Um, Dyan?"
It was my best friend from high school/roomate with her very religious parents! They were driving to her father's fraternity reunion (which I was actually supposed to join them on but obviously I couldn't make it) and they were rolling up in the van when they saw me on the side of the road. I stammered, "Um, um, I slept at my sorority house last night," and pointed in the direction of my house, "and was just on the way home..." I dreaded seeing them later on in the day...
I guess it could've been worse. Could've been my own parents, right?

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ROTFLMAO! What is is about alcohol that makes me think I am superhuman? LOL That TOTALLY sounds like something I would do!!!! :D

Thanks KSig RC! ;) I have soo many crazy funny stories that I remember...a lot of trouble me and my sisters get ourselves in!

I have a Walk of Shame I don't really remember though...here it goes...
This past Spring Break '02 me and some of my sisters, Phi Kaps, and Sigma Nu's all went to South Padre Island. The first night we all decided to go to Mexico, to a Club where it was all you can drink...bad idea, for me atleast. I double fisted it every time I went up to the bar, I only had 6 drinks (but I'm very petite)! But that did it for me...I guess we left the club and then walked back over the border, I don't remember. I don't recall ever crossing the border...I'm sure it was shameful being so inebrieated in front of all the Border Officer People. I remember a little bit after we crossed, we were in the car when I decided I had to toss my cookies. I managed to make it outside the car but there were police everywhere. One inevitably came up to us while I was doing my thing and asked if I was okay. I was like "yeah, I'm fine, You're cute"...I fell back into the seat and my bf was trying to talk to the officer and keep me out of trouble (I'm 20 - but in Mexico I was legal!), I kept knocking on the window and telling him that he was cute - and my sister that was with me told me to be quiet...ok, I did and managed to slip on my Anarack's hood over the front of my face, but you know what they say, sometimes you can't stop the urge, and went all in it. It was soo bad. That in turn made my sister toss her cookies too - all in the backseat of one of my Bf's bros car. Luckily, we're all really good friends so he didn't kill me the next morning. Well I made it back to my hotel some how, some way and had HELL to pay the next morning...:(

A couple of stories:

Freshman year April 1, I was leaving one of the towers at my school after staying in a friends room for the night. The night before had been pretty crazy and I had crashed on my friends flip chair on his floor. I woke up about 6 a.m. not realizing where I was or how I had gotten there right away and I was feeling very fuzzy. So I slipped out of his room and into the elevator wearing his sweatpants and sweatshirt and carrying my clothes with, when I ran into five guys all decked out in their ARMY shirts getting ready to run for ROTC. And while I am in my fuzzy hungover state, I ask these guys what time it is and then follow that up with a "6 p.m. or 6 a.m.?" They told me it was in the evening, and I said "thank you" trying to keep some composure. I had to follow them outside and finally turned the other direction. Thank goodness my dorm was only a few hundred feet from the tower.

Another night of formal after a long afterhours, I left my guy's fraternity house dressed in my formal about 7a.m. And just as I am getting in my car, Mr. Fraternity President of a next door house is running by.

I hate to say it but i have done the walk of shame more times than i would like to remember!.

I think the most famous one happen about a year ago at the AB(don't want to use real name) house. i fell asleep in this guys( we will call him John Doe) room. When we woke up we ended up watching a movie and laying in his bed. about noon rolls by and one of the brothers knocks on the door to tell the guy they had a car wash that day. i'm feaking out cause i knew half the brothers ( and some of my sister were dating them) were in the house. Luckily he got me out of the house w/o them seeing me! But, i forget my Jewelery. so i had to go back and get them. All the brothers saw me and figured out that i spent the night there.

The Same guy about a few months later had moved into the new house. I ended up back in his room. Woke up in the morning to his parents calling! they were 5 minutes away from the house. So i jump up and get shoes on and get the h*ll out of there. As i am leaving one of his brothers is leaving for work and just is sitting in his car laughing at me cause he knew i was with this guy yet again.

My last walk for shame was spring break. We had to leave PC early cause a friend got into an accident. We ended up partying with the fraternity we were good friends with and my best friend and i went to her house, Well, her roommate is in AB and had people over. So john doe was there. And some how i end up at his house! i was in Pj bottoms and a tank top. I stayed there till late afternoon. I walked back to my friend's house whcih is only a block. And when They opened the door they let me have it! They just knew i was with him it had made like the 8 time this year i have down the walk of shame form his house.

There is something about this Guy!

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Amycat:

Dewey Beach in the walk of shame thread. I would never have guessed it :D


BTW: It's the Bottle & Cork.......
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hmm, maybe I should have walked a couple of those girls out of my house, oh well, easy come....

The funniest walk of shame that I witnessed was watching this one girl from the Realworld (ruthie I think her name was) walk out of the fraternity house next door aroun 10-11ish in the morning, looking like crap. I still can't remember why I was out on the front porch so early after all night partying, but that's where we were, a bunch of us watching her stumble out and walk to the bus stop. Naturally, none of us could resist the opportunity to taunt and yell for her autograph and other stupid comments. Man, I never saw someone walk so fast staring at the sidewalk....

- RUgreek

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The only embarrassing one was during Spring Break in Acapulco. I slept over this guy's hotel (not sketchy... 2 of my sisters were friends with him from our school-- I was with 20 of my sisters)... and it was early, and I stroll up our hotel walkway and 20 guys from a fraternity from our school are lined up... they were up early to go on some boat....

And come to think of it, I've done my share of walks (usually in the same vicinity as my house so it's pretty short)... but the guy usually drives me home in the morning/afternoon. Guys are like do you want to stop (at this breakfast place where EVERYONE goes on the weekends) for breakfast? I'm like NO (do you see what I look like and how I'm dressed?!).

My Walk of Shame

I slept over my boyfriend's(currently my ex) apt; I woke up early and decied to go back over to my apt. I didn't feel like looking his room for clean clothes to put on, so I figured- what the hey, its 9:30 on a Sunday morning, the only other people I will see are other people doing the walk of shame. I put back on my tight black pants, some crazy sequenced halter type deal, high heels, and walk out. I'm almost back at my apt when I stop dead in my tracks. Apparently the school was having an Open House. Now there is a group of about 25 potential freshies, and I'm walking around in last night's clothes and my hair and makeup a complete mess.
I don't think any of their parents let their kids go to the school the next fall.

oh no i can beat this. i flew to North Carolina...my sisters say i am the most expensive booty call ever (and i don't even have sex)...but i think it was worth it

HAHA I loved this - seeing all the people spilling out of different rooms where they did not belong!

I somehow seem to invite ridiculous walks of shame! Three good stories:

1) New Student Week at my school. I get it in my head that there is a certain guy I want to hook up with, so I wear a HOT outfit - as in, very slutty shirt, very high heels, very smoky eye makeup - and succeed in my goal. Well, the outfit that was so perfect the night before was rather imperfect now, especially as my hair was clearly slept on and my eyeliner and mascara were all smudged under my eyes. I walk home the mile to my sorority house from his fraternity house, and on the way I encounter the ENTIRE freshman class on their way to dean's convocation. They were all pointing at me and whispering things like "She's on a Walk of Shame!"

2) In March, following a Rock Star themed Date Party. I dressed as Posh Spice in this super-short minidress, 3 inch stilettos that tied at the ankle, with a red coat over it (that made it appear as if I wasn't wearing pants b/c the dress was so short). Not only do I sleep in my date's fraternity house, but I don't wake up until 11 the next morning - a THURSDAY. Mind you it is also about 25 degrees out and snowing, plus I have a terrible blister from my stilettos. His fraternity house is the farthest from my sorority house - over a mile - and there is just no way I can walk home at that hour in that outfit. I start calling everyone I know who lived on that part of campus trying to find clothing... finally, this girl I barely know in my sorority picked up her phone and agreed to loan me track pants and a pair of sneakers. However, I had to walk down fraternity row to get to her dorm - still in my Posh Spice outfit. As I walked past my freshman boyfriend's fraternity house, I thought I saw him coming and flipped out, wanting to hide as I was clearly on a walk of shame. Even after picking up the change of clothes, my tiny purse and the stilettos I was carrying made it perfectly clear that I was on a Walk of Shame, at 11 oclock on a Thursday morning. Awful.

3) This summer. I was at this guy's house who lives a street away from me. We woke up around 6 in the morning at had our fun, and at about seven I said I should get going because I had some things to do. (AKA, leave before his parents got out). He said that his parents got up really early and went to see if they were up. Not only was his mom up, but she had heard us and asked him who the girl in his room was. I had to walk past her to get out of the house, and not only did she know who I was, but she and my mother are friends. I felt like quite a skank that morning!

Freshman Orientation-All of the fraternities were throwing parties the first night. I had met up with some girls and we convinced ourselves that we had to go. The first house, the SAEs, threw a huge bash and were screaming at us from the deck so we went to their party. We ended up hanging out with the Chi O's(who supplied us with beer)all nite. Some of us were too drunk to make it home so the guys told us we could stay the night. Imagine waking up late for orientation, rushing to get dressed, and walking into the orientation like an hour into it. . .IN THE GYM. . .IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PARENTS, FUTURE STUDENTS, and TOUR GUIDES. It was embarassing because we felt like crap and had to sit through the whole thing. One of the tour guides asked me later if I was getting an early start on Greek life and partying. . .who knew.

I could go on. . .but that was my first and most memorable one.

How ironic! I just had a walk of shame of sorts on Sunday morning. I graduated Saturday and so you know it was ON Saturday night.

I went to the club, which happened to feature a free cover and free drinks for ladies til midnight. Normally I don't even get to the club til about 12:15-12:30, but hey for free drinks, I was there at 11, lol. So I am consuming kamikazes then about 12 am hits and suddenly I keep seeing people I know from like high school and stuff and I drunkenly declare to each of them "HEY! I GEREWFRD!!" Apparently they could understand that I had graduated and decided to keep buying me shots and long islands. All I know is the next morning I was up at my friends house in my bra and some pink silk boxers, lol. I picked up the first shirt I found on the floor and made the quick walk of shame to my car, lol. Fortunately nothing happened, I was undressed cause they said I was sweating from all the dancing and they were worried. BTW, note to all...leather pants + Florida + all night clubbing = not good.

OK, this was about two years ago in Vegas...

I went with a group of my sisters and my boyfriend was in town the same weekend for a wrestling tournament. He was staying at a hotel about a block off the strip. One night, we all went out to the clubs and I went to stay with my boyfriend. I didn't have any clothes with me, and his clothes are way too big for me, so he walked me back to my hotel at around 12 noon with makeup all over the place, a leather miniskirt, knee high boots, and a lowcut top. He had changed into a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops. All the families were staring at us and I was so embarrassed!!!

One night I was IMing with a guy friend of mine that lives in Orange County. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, but we've always been really flirty and sexual. I decided I was horny, so I told him to come on out. He made the six hour drive to Tempe, and after getting a bit drunk, we started getting it on. Right afterwards, he mentioned to me that he had parked in a metered spot. I look at the clock and it is 7am, and I know the parking/transit nazis are about to start their rounds, so I decide that we have to feed the meter. Well, I had dressed up all sexy in preparation for his arrival, so here I am in this TINY black shirt with no bra, and a pair of track pants thrown on and my slippers. I know my hair was a nasty mess, and my makeup was all over my face. He's in unbelted jeans and an undershirt.

When we got down to the parking lot, there was a cop sitting right there in his car for some reason, and he WINKED at us.

Christ I've never been so embarassed. But at least I didn't have to do the 6 hour drive of shame home and explain to everyone where I had been all night and morning.