Apparently, the "walk of shame" wasn't as shameful in the '70s, back when they sold special pantsuits for the occasion. But nowadays, we women aren't quite as enthused to drag ourselves home in the harsh light of day still dressed up for a night out. But don't worry: there's a kit for that.
I had a friend in college who dressed up as a Catholic school girl for Halloween, stayed over at a guy's place, and had to walk home in her skirt and knee socks the next morning. What's the most embarrassing walk home you've had from a previous night's hookup? Were you wearing a ridiculous getup or did you run into someone you'd rather not run into? Share your best stories below — and don't forget to log out if you want to comment anonymously.