My Walk of Shame Hall of Fame

I don't know about you, but for me, Sunday morning is the most wonderful time of the week. You overeat at brunch, get shitfaced to cope with your hangover, and best of all, you get to make new friends. Like the ones who you wake up next to.

And to top it all off, there's exercise! That brisk, staggered strut to your car where you smile to yourself and text your bestie to let him know that you won. If walking in shame were an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist. But what I really want to compete in is WoS apparel. I live by the rule that one can never walk in shame if he or she is wearing cowboy boots. I also believe in other nonsensical rules that allow me get away with wearing dumb shit to Blue Dog Cafe on Sunday. And here are the top four worst/best of my WoS moments caught on film:

4. Leaving an exboyfriend's apartment the morning after a P. Diddy party, circa 2008. Notice the unhealthy bleached hair and self-loathing. I'm pissed that I spent the night with my actual boyfriend. How's that even fun?
What I was going for: Country Club Escort.

$4.99 French Market shades, child's size 18 Ralph Lauren polo, J. Crew shorts, sweater, bleached hair to match shorts.

3. The morning after I spent the night with a guy who's last name is Dudley, but who's first name I can't remember. This is the ensemble I threw on before hopping in the car and getting FourLoco hammered with Nick and Joey at 9:00AM.
What I was going for: Samantha Ronson Meets A Gay Jack-O-Lantern.

Wayfarers, tank top, infinity scarf, cut-off shorts, Nick Rodriguez, FourLoco.

2. I bailed on the trick in my best friend's apartment so that I could go to Shoney's breakfast buffet and abuse my body even further. From 2006-2009, this is an outfit that I would deem appropriate for any outing, including church or class.
What I was going for: General Studies Major.

Camouflage Ragin' Cajuns hat, African American Culture Committee t-shirt, modified Hollister sweat pants, glittery women's flip flops from an exboyfriend.

1. November 1, 2010: The Day After Halloween. With eyeliner still caked on, I grabbed half of my costume off of the floor and headed out the door. Some friends and I were late for a pool part at John's house and apparently my goal was to hijack the spotlight. This picture represents my favorite Walk of Shame moment because of how much shame isn't evident. You see, I was dressed as Ke$ha for Halloween (wig and all), and was still able to find a new friend that my mom would never meet. I groggily put this outfit together in front of him while he was still waking up and couldn't have been more proud of myself. No shame, no gain.
What I was going for: Rihanna Goes to Rehab.

Blue wayfarers that I borrowed from Joey, assorted necklaces from Charming Charlie and Hot Topic, modified shirt from Hot Topic, and my little brother's skinny jeans.