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