I Had To Walk Of Shame Through The NYC Marathon In My Halloween Costume
Just a few months ago, I had a pretty epic walk of shame the morning after my 30th birthday.
I haphazardly stumbled the hallways of a highbrow Manhattan hotel before walkinginto a tightly packed elevator filled with perfectly coiffed, designer perfume-smelling celebrity PR people, and there I was wreakingof last nights booze, my hair an oversexed train wreckandmakeup smeared down my puffy face.
But you know what? Even though it wasnt the way I imagined waking up at the golden age of 30, I was sort of proud.
After all, Ive learned its not a walk of shame, its aSTRIDE OF PRIDE, right?