Most of us know the definition:
The Walk of Shame:
an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned overnight encounter, dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening.
Of course the original intended meaning behind it was to slut-shame women- let’s ignore that for this post.
We had a G-rated “walk of shame” as a family this morning. We had a movie night with our friends and the kids fell asleep in the guest bedroom. Unfortunately, we’re not as young as we used to be, because we also fell asleep watching the movie with our vegan snacks and coconut water.
When 6 AM rolled around, we all got up and drove home. As we all approached our building in the same clothes as the night before, hair slightly disheveled, Brian and I started laughing. The doorman opened up the door chuckling.
“Wild night?” He asked.
“Yes” We replied. “Too much good conversation and cooking. We have a community hangover.”
We realized becoming parents has improved how and why we celebrate- but when it comes down to it, we are just plain fun. There are just more of us to celebrate with now.
