Time passed 2:20 came and went and I woke up halfway at 5:00am. I thought to myself CRAP! I'm on a couch that is not mine in the obvious sequined dress from the day before. Great. "Well", I thought, "I'm already here", so I went back t sleep.
Somewhere in between that time I heard people walk in speaking in some foreign tongue that I believe was Spanish but in all honesty I hope it's not because maybe in that other language "bragas" does not mean panties! Oh the mortification!
I did the walk of shame across campus at 7:00 in the morning but thankfully it was me, the sequined dress and the construction workers at the chapel.
But this was just another testament as to why I don't need the aid of alcohol to wake up in some strange place and have moments that I wish I could forget. That was a walk of shame to remember. I'm still studying for psych.
My eyes shut
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