This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I mean, I guess there’s some patriarchal bullshit involved, intimating that it’s shameful when a woman does it. But for as long as I can remember, the

There is nothing quite like a good Walk of Shame. Reliving the naughty accounts of the previous night in your mind while you walk out into the crisp morning air with a thin film of sex and booze on your skin. A well executed Walk of Shame begins when you

There are two kinds of drunk people in the world: the kind who have three drinks and are willing to walk across the whole damn city, and the kind who have three drinks and can’t be fucked to walk anywhere…