Walk of Shame

So this past weekend I participated in my sister-in-law’s bachelorette party as well as Cory attended the bachelor party.  And man, I am not as young as I used to be.  I can’t recover from a night out as well as I did in college.  (I mean I go to a late movie (9:15pm) nowadays and end up needing to take the next day off of work just to recoup).  There were two things that happened to me that night that made me realize that this mama doesn't have her groove back (or maybe never had it to begin with).

1. One of the activities for the festivity was to decorate can koozies to sell at the bars that evening.  So being me, I figured I must make this can koozie as inappropriate as possible but as I started my artwork I drew a blank.  I had to ask a much younger woman to show me how to draw male genitalia correctly.   I found many things to be wrong with that and ended up with what looked like a lopsided rocket ship.

2. The walk of shame.  (I know everyone knows what this is and has done it at least once (a weekend) while in college).  Well as it turns out, the walk of shame is much different as you get older.  A great friend of mine in college used to be my wing woman.  We would stay up late partying (I mean studying at the library-wink, wink) and then in the morning do the walk of shame to the college cafeteria where we would always find ourselves nursing hangovers with omelets and orange juice.  (On a side note: I totally understand how people gain the Freshman 15 in college).  But, as it turns out, those days are long gone.  On Sunday morning after the bachelorette party, I found myself walking to my car a block away from where I spent the night.  But this walk of shame was different and way less cool.  For one, my husband was with me. Secondly, I had an overnight bag packed (and had freshly brushed teeth) and lastly, we discussed rhubarb plants on the walk.  Man, I’m lame.

On a side note: It’s Monday evening and I’m still trying to recover.  I also discovered three shot glasses in my purse this morning that I must have "acquired" from a bar.