I haven't seen a good Walk of Shame for some years. Well, why would I?  It's not like my elderly neighbors have enough energy to engage in illicit nighttime trysts.

The circumstances were just perfect this afternoon as I strolled down sorority row and found myself behind a girl who was clearly wearing the same clothes from last night.  The dress was a little too dressy for the morning and Hungover-Skank Girl was holding the straps of her high-heeled shoes from her left hand as she staggered side-to-side making her way down the sidewalk.  The bottoms of her bare feet were black with dirt.

I couldn't help think that you would want to see this sight rather than just reading about it. Whipping out my phone I took a photograph.  Hungover-Skank Girl was never the wiser. However, I was not so brave as to take a picture of her sorority sisters because they were not still drunk and might have objected to my snapping pictures of them.

Following close behind - she didn't notice - I stalked Hungover-Skank Girl until she walked up to the circular drive of her sorority house. Three of her sorority sisters were exiting the big brick house dressed alike in black long-sleeved dresses (it's hotter than hell today), big sunglasses and straight, long, silky hair.

Hungover-Skank Girl tried to make coherent conversation, but the black-dress girls totally snubbed her as they got into their cars, presumably for some Rush event for which Hungover-Skank Girl was going to be late or absent.  Witnessing the Walk of Shame was priceless and brought back  many memories (not of me doing The Walk, of course! I was always in bed by 10:00 - somewhere.)

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Brings back memories! Not all of them fond...