Your Longest "Walk of Shame"?

LittleKitty

did one the other day which involved 2 bus trips and a 30 minute walk. considering most walks of shame ive done in the past lasted bout 20 minutes, this was a pretty big one.
so, whats your longest?

pow wow

An overnighter in a Greyhound station in Atlanta, followed by the longest and grottiest bus ride of my life to Nashville.

MissFlitworth

Whilst living abroad- 2 km along the side of an industrial canal (barges with cars on them passing me regularly), down a dodgy back road, 3 hour walk through very unfamiliar suburbs (took so long because I was completely lost), regularly having to backtrack as I came to a massive motorway or signs indicating I was about to enter a town I had never heard of, then 2 sneaky tram trips because I'd drunkenly left all my belongings in work (the joys of working in a bar), including my travel pass, the previous night before trotting off home with Mr Drunken Mistake. Ah, memories

Fago!

Walk of shame?

I'm probably gonna be ripped for asking.

minidazzler

Fago_25 wrote: »

Walk of shame?

I'm probably gonna be ripped for asking.

The morning after the night before when a girl walks home in her going out clothes.

uberwolf

minidazzler wrote: »

The morning after the night before when a girl walks home in her going out clothes.

and everyone is reasonably confident why she's still in her going out clothes

LittleKitty

minidazzler wrote: »

The morning after the night before when a girl walks home in her going out clothes.

its manky.
i was very lucky i had a very long coat and a spare pair of flats.

Fago!

Ah tee hee.

pow wow

uberwolf wrote: »

and everyone is reasonably confident why she's still in her going out clothes

...and walking barefoot carrying her party heels...

ghosttown

I had to read down too ! I thought the walk of shame was either with your skirt tucked into your knickers and them showing, or with toilet roll on your shoe !!
I'd consider the walk home in your night before clothes a walk of pride !!

NewFrockTuesday

I happenned to be along the same strretch of road 3 Saturday mornings running - Greystones to the city and every week there was some poor shivering hungover, face meleted off her, hair looking like rats had been chewing it, strappy top and heels party girl looking like she had the best night ever :pac: but was paying the piper this morning

I was a good girl but may have ventured a mile or two out of my way the odd time

sam34

my one and only walk of shame was actually very short as i had no idea what part of teh city i was in so i just flagged down teh first taxi i saw and hopped in.

bloody driver sniggered and winked "good night luv?"

Warfi

My longest walk of shame was like a scene from Planes, Trains and Automobiles (but without the planes).Panda eyes from mascara, I waited twenty mins for a bus, had to get off after five minutes because my stomach was like a washing machine. Hailed a taxi which brought me to Heuston. Hour waiting for a train there. 40 min train journey, face stuck to window. Ten minute walk to my house. Stupid key at bottom of bag, take everything out to find it. In, bed, sleep.

Ah I suppose he was worth it

*giggles*

ghosttown wrote: »

I'd consider the walk home in your night before clothes a walk of pride !!

Or they're just getting ready to go out really, really early:p

shellyboo

In taxi wearing Halloween costume from the night before.

Taxi driver: "So did you go out last night?"

Me: "Eh, yeah..." *glowers*

ash23

Ugh, mortified thinking back on this.

Staff party when I was in college, in Galway city centre. Ended up back at a party in salthill. Woke up the next afternoon and realised coat, phone, wallet, keys etc were all in the pub. Had to walk from salthill into Galway (eyre sq) in short black dress, ripped black tights and cardi, makeup everywhere, christmas shoppers abound! Then had to bus it from eyre sq out to Rahoon.

Ah fun times!:D

Futurecrook

My worst was probably coming back from Kilmainham on a Saturday morning. Had to get a luas (which was packed) into town (which was also packed :P) and when I got there I got a phonecall from my then ex asking if we could meet up for lunch, for some strange reason I agreed. Cue a very awkward lunch with him clearly knowing I've been out the night before and not gone home as I'm sitting there in a dress and heels with my makeup and hair all over the place and asking me who I was with, me refusing to talk about it, and then him getting utterly depressed because I was moving on.

Then when I got finally got back to my bus stop I ran into an old friend from school who started the conversation off with, "oh you're all dressed up, where are you going?" Cruel wagon, she must have known. :P

Never prolong the walk of shame ladies. It was mortifying. Looking back I should have told the ex to sod off and gone straight home. :P

minidazzler

Futurecrook wrote: »

Never prolong the walk of shame ladies. It was mortifying. Looking back I should have told the ex to sod off and gone straight home. :P

You told him in such a better way!!! He must have gotten the message!!!:P

metaoblivia

Never had a walk of shame. Always brought my car!
And actually the only time I spent the night at someone else's house and had to drive home the next morning wearing the same clothes had nothing to do with a man.

panda100

Uh I hate the walk of shame!
I remember I was seeing a guy from Trinity back in my college days. I didn't have enough money for a taxi so had to walk through town and get the bus wearing a tiny denim mini and high heels and it was lashing rain!So embarrasing

rain on

There was one time where I didn't leave the fella's house until the following Monday morning and had to call a colleague to get a lift to work.. we called that the Drive of Shame and my Colleague the Chauffeur of Shame! Luckily the fella had lent me some black jeans (he was very skinny) which made my going-out outfit into a reasonably presentable work outfit.
I had to call the same colleague again for a lift about a year later after a very messy Thursday night that saw me waking up in the bed of another colleague on Friday morning. We get on well in my workplace

The best one I was witness to was the day after Halloween just gone (which I incidentally spent kissing a different colleague.. I've put a stop to the kind of behaviour now, honest) when I stumbled into my living room in a hungover daze, to be confronted by an equally dazed-looking young man who my housemate had obviously brought home.. he asked me if I had seen his shoes, and I pointed out a pair of flip-flops in the kitchen, to which he replied "I can't get to Limerick in flip-flops!" .. followed shortly by "Where is this, anyway?" (Galway) and "I've found my socks soaking wet inside the front door" .. the poor fella eventually wandered off, and left his phone number in case we found his shoes.. god love him

banshee_bones

Not long per se but the route itself for it being so busy should make up for it!

Was down the "West" In Galway City so had to go through the West (i was on other side) and up Quay street,and Shop street and through Eyre Square and all up Forster street, (and then some of college road!) basically the three main streets of Galway!! (anyone from Galway will understand how bad this is!)
BUT I wasnt in going out clothes! i was in my uniform from working in a bar the day and evening before and i visibly looked like i must have slept rough!

winking weber

Worst was after an all night outdoor party. I went with a friend who left at eight am. I decided to stay as I was having so much fun. Decided to leave around noon, still steaming drunk. Fell asleep in a field on the way home and got my face really badly sunburned. When I woke up and got to the busstop I discovered my wallet had gone home with my friend and I had to ask for the fare from people at the stop. Then I fell asleep on the bus and the driver had to wake me up. Great night

January

Was at a hen party years ago and went back to a guys house... we had all had themed tshirts on the night before... and me foolishly with no coat!

Cue the next morning I had a choice of a tshirt with the slogan "Little Miss Blowjob" or a Finding Nemo Tshirt from this guys wardrobe that he had got in Disney the year before. Needless to say, I choose nemo! Had to walk through town, get two busses and walk through my estate... oh the shame!

rannerap

ive never had one,but i end up spontaniously staying at my friends house and going home the next day a mess and people still think its a walk of shame:(

A Primal Nut

How do they know they didn't decide to stay at their friends house? Or a house party? Surely there are plenty of other circumstances they would wear the same clothes.

minidazzler

A Primal Nut wrote: »

How do they know they didn't decide to stay at their friends house? Or a house party? Surely there are plenty of other circumstances they would wear the same clothes.

Because as human's we like to think of the durtiest thing they could have been doing!!

Funniest WoS I ever saw was at Oxegen 2007. 0830 I am working the gate, a girl walks up wearing an oversized man's shirt, Welly's, Wrist band and a smile!!

We all knew what she was up to, all the girls were jealous, all the lads wanted her!! She was gorgeous!!

She just walked on in, smile on her face!!

If she didn't have a wristband, I think I would still have let her past!!! JUst out of Kudos!!

I've never really done one - just slept over at my boyfriend's house before we were going out and had to go into town the next day but was wearing jeans and a casual top, so nobody looked twice.

BUT......loads of times I've ended up in the night before's clothes from staying out all night or sleeping at a mate's house..... I dread to think what people must have been thinking!

WindSock

shellyboo wrote: »

In taxi wearing Halloween costume from the night before.

Taxi driver: "So did you go out last night?"

Me: "Eh, yeah..." *glowers*

You should have said 'No, I'm on my way to work'

Mine involved me getting the bus home from town after going back to a party after Creamfields many moons ago. It got a bit muddy toward the end and I had mud up to my knees and I was wearing some ridiculous club outfit I bought in Amsterdam. I was standing like a tit at the bus stop in the cold light of day with make up all over my face and some 'oul lad kept looking over and laughing at me.

beks101

Debs night springs to mind.

At the end of the night I ended up at an impromptu bonfire on a beach on the prom in Galway and decided, as you do, to go for a swim in my dress.

Fast forward two hours and it's definitely home time, the early morning joggers are out, traffic is getting heavier and I'm limping along the prom wearing one shoe, hair like a bush that caught fire, mascara running down my cheeks and my dress in tatters and dragging along the concrete behind me.

Ah God. Thems were the days

minidazzler

beks101 wrote: »

Debs night springs to mind.

At the end of the night I ended up at an impromptu bonfire on a beach on the prom in Galway and decided, as you do, to go for a swim in my dress.

Fast forward two hours and it's definitely home time, the early morning joggers are out, traffic is getting heavier and I'm limping along the prom wearing one shoe, hair like a bush that caught fire, mascara running down my cheeks and my dress in tatters and dragging along the concrete behind me.

Ah God. Thems were the days

That sounds trully epic!!!

Will

went out with a mate few years back, ended up chatting to some women. went back to theirs drank some more. was only meant to be a few quiet drinks as i had to fly back to france next morning. Got back to parentals at 6'ish, got my stuff and headed for airport. Got "home" 6 gruelling and hungover hours later.

Modes of transportation included; taxi, bus, air plane, tram and train/metro >.< never again

Oh also, was in italy with some swedish ladies, went out partying the last night and got very wasted. Partied all night long. Went back to our place, got our stuff, up for bus back to lyon. 16 hours so very hungover up through italy, switzerland and south of france. ouch. bus was jammers too

Rozabeez

None of mine were far really, had to walk to a bus stop after sleeping BEHIND a couch with the bf at the time after staying in a friend's apartment. We're talking destroyed with hickeys, first year of college, freezing cold in the dress from the night before and still in heels... bumped into someone from work on the way, morto.

During the summer I stayed with a friend *just a friend*, managed to 1. Set off his house alarm climbing out his window at about 7am, 2. Ladder my tights, 3. Get lost in his estate and 4. make it to the train station just on time for the busiest train of the morning.

Got the train home, fell in the front door, mother on her way to work...threw up everywhere.

Pigwidgeon

Mine was probably after my debs, my boyfriend lives right by the school where we got dropped back to. Went back to his for a few hours sleep, was leaving about one o'clock to go home, had to meet my mum for a lift as I had no bus fare, meaning I had to walk by the school when everyone was out for lunch,
wearing, his surf shorts, a giant hoody that practically covered the shorts, his tshirt and socks, carrying my dress and shoes. Hair still half done, same with make up, just a hell of a lot messier.
To top it all off, my old year head and principal were standing outside the school gate when I walked by.

beks101

minidazzler wrote: »

That sounds trully epic!!!

Yeah...minus the disapproving stares from neighbours for months to come and the stench of seaweed off that dress that I never seemed to get rid of

How I didn't get swept out to sea that night for the state that I was in is one of life's greater mysteries...

Weidii

This isn't too bad compared to some of them, but around Halloween time I had to walk from Salthill to NUIG, through the campus and on to Newcastle wearing my boyfriends clothes because, well, that was better than going in a stripey, insect superhero costume.

Cupcake_Crisis

My worst was the 3 hour drive from belfast at 3 in the morning. Modes of transportation included a bus and an hours walk in the snow!

BumbleB

Longest walk of shame was across a soccer pitch when I was subbed for scoring a hat trick against my own team Ouch !!!.

Stark

http://www.gamesfreak.net/games/Walk-of-Shame_3366.html

4zn76tysfajdxp

It wasn't the result of me "scoring" or anything, but I did end up having to get a train and a bus home after a Boards Beers a few weeks ago. I'm just glad that whole thing about "meeting strangers from the internet" isn't always true.

ElaElaElano

First time venturing into the LL, so hello

This isn't a walk as much as it as a train ride of shame, but anyway. Was at a festival in July in the lake district in England, the Sunday night/Monday morning ended up shacked up in this wreck of a teepee with a young lady, anyway the following afternoon, back to my friends to pack up and head home. In what was just the worst timing, we arrived at the station just as she and her mates did, and the train was absolutely jammed so we ended up spending 2 and a half hours with suited and booted Scottish businessmen to our left, who looked disgusted, a load of posh girls on a shopping trip to our right and this girl from the previous night sitting directly in front of me, all the while the other three are asking where I disappeared to and who with....Having the most intense hangover ever didn't really help matters either. Awful!

Snowie

It involved snow being cold and trying to get bback to my apartment to go snowboarding from that day on i swore id never get drunk when it snows 1 foot at 1400 meters

Blue_Light

I'm a disaster for going out, heading to a house party 'for a few' and never knowing when it's time to go home Usually ends up being an all night affair, so I'm left doing the walk of shame in the morning. The worst thing about doing the walk of shame, is when you haven't actually had the fun that keeps you warm when you're doing it!

On the other side, I work a really early morning shift a few mornings a week, after the main student nights out. The things you see are mental! Felt so bad for one or two, I've stopped and just offered them a lift home.

Worst one for me was going out in town one night, fully intending to get the nightlink home. Few drinks later, an offer of a house party and that plan was thrown out the window. Had to get a bus home the next morning, from one of the main feeder roads into Dublin. Bad enough waiting for ages, but I wear glasses because I'm totally blind. Had worn contacts out the night before, which I'd had to take out, and hadn't bought glasses because I was meant to go home. I had to stand out and stop every bus that went by, walk in front of the bus, squint to check the number, and then wave on the bus when it wasn't right. Cue many an insanely mad bus driver who must have thought I was mental. Some creepy guy took pity on me, and offered to stop my bus when it came...he then followed me onto the bus and tried to hold my hand the whole way back. Oh yeah, and tried to lick me everytime I wasn't looking.

Moral of the story: Even when you're swearing to yourself you're coming home that night, bring a pair of glasses in your bag!

homerun_homer

Longest walk of shame (though there was no real shame in it) was from Glasgow. Out on the friday night, stayed over with a girl I met, got a flight in the mornin to Dublin and had to stay out all day/night to meet friends after an Ireland rugby game. Wasn't until Sunday I got the train home (it was the Cork/Limerick one so it was packed and I had to sit with strangers) and it wasn't until that evening that I got a proper change and wash. Bleugh!!

Longest distance within a city was in dublin one night. Went back to someone I didn't know's house, stayed there the night. Rushed out of there in the morning, much to their hesitance but I was desperate to get out of dodge. I went on a half hour trek looking for the nearest Luas. Took another 20 minutes to get to Stephen's Green and then another 40 minutes walk back to my friend's house. All the while I had a dead phone and couldn't get in touch with anyone so I wasn't sure if I was returning to be locked out of the house. Hate those mornings.

topper75

Shame because?

Because up to this point there was a long held assumption amongst the general public that you were at home watching the television every night? keeping yourself for when you get married?

Please enlighten me somebody.

Kimia

I have one. Going from new jersey to queens (long long long trek) in trains, subways and buses, wearing AGONISING strappy sandals but I couldn't take em off because then it would be even more shameful. I got into midtown manhattan and nearly cried when I thought about how much farther I had to go.

entropi

A walk from Malahide to the city centre (it was a bank holiday so no bus or taxi available:p)

Worth it though...my poor feet lol

Raze_them_all

Walk of shame??? Am I the only one who is happy to make the treck? Prob from dub back to kk, involving busses, more buses and walking a few mile

Malari

Mine could be the shortest WOS. And it was my first time too. Talk about getting the whole experience over in one go!

It was on a field-trip abroad in college and I only had to go from his apartment back to my own a few doors down, when who did I pass but my professor with a smug smile on his face. Damn!

Elba101

Only ever had one...about 10mins walk...

I'll never have another one...load.of.crap!!

RoxyHart

I just had to post here, i haven't chucked so much at some posts in a while lol. I was awakened to the whole walk of shame concept for the first time ever whilst on hols recently. I was out with my family and met up with a local dancer i knew from previous hols, long story short, ended up skipping the club and him teaching me his own..ehem...moves . so next morn it only hits me, not to mention the 30 degree plus heat, that i've to hop back into my tiny dress and ankle busting heels. To make things worse, he wants to go for coffee before i head home, cue us walking into the local cafe, me with serious bed head, flushed cheeks, messy mascara, lots of people all dressed in their shorts, beach wear! Needless to say i didn't blend in. After the humilation of that, went to get a taxi and some guy passed and was staring so much, walked straight into the taxi rank, falling over in the process (that eased my embarassment slightly . Some very smirky looks in the mirror from taxi driver and finally when dropped at hotel gates, had to walk along the entrance drive, whilst guests ate their brekkie at the tables aligning the drive. There was silence apart from the clickedy clock of my heels, and knowing eyes glaring! How i got up those steps without falling flat on my face i'll never know! But...twas all worth it