The Walk Of Shame.

So I just got home from Charlie Brown's - a walk across The Vale that I've taken many a time through the years, except today I wasn't buzzing from a night of card-playing debauchery, or stumbling home having crashed out with the gang in the lounge, or having spent the night secrectly spooning with Charlie Brown (back in the day), or even strolling back home giggling to myself about The Cats' very own brand of late night fun - rather, today's walk was a walk of shame.

I don't know what I was thinking. Weller's one of the best guys I know, and he's still in love with his ex. And I'm pretty sure I'm still in love with my ex. That, and the last time I did the walk of shame, it was from that very house, but the room next to his. Disaster much?

It's just gone midday now, and I've been awake since 8 - when Weller left to go to work. After I wrote in last night, I got us both a drink (well, I found a bottle of whiskey) and we spent the night getting drunk and fooling around - which was fun. Then we got some sleep, and I awoke to a massive hangover, and to find he was suited and booted for work, and we had to have the awkward light-of-day reality check - which was not fun.

He brought me up a cup of tea, and we sat on the bed not really saying anything, but looking at each other occasionally in a "this is weird" sort of way, which wasn't helped by the fact he had taken a shower, cleaned up and was in a suit, and I still smelt of whiskey and cigs (and sex) and was naked but for a bedsheet that I'd embarrasedly wrapped around myself. I broke the silence by making a bad joke "Well I blame Peep Show. I reckon it's an uncontrollable aphrodesiac for all us disillusioned 20-somethings." At which he laughed and we chatted a while, both silently acknowledging that this was a mistake. A fun mistake, but one that neither of us wanted to repeat.

So we hugged, he playfully nagged at me for making him so hungover, and we left it at "see you at the pub". So he left, I sipped on my cup of tea, lit up a cigarette, and sat and quietly laughed at myself.

I went back to sleep, woke up at around midday, and thought right, it's a gorgeous day, I've managed to escape last night's shenanigans hangover-free, and screw it - it's quite funny so I put on my dress, and went to the bathroom to wash up and put some makeup on. But, literally as my hand reached for the doorknob, I heard someone flush the loo - so I ran back to Weller's room, shut the door as fast as I could, and hid behind it. I suddenly realised it was Charlie Brown, who I had assumed was at work. I then spent the next hour creeping around Weller's room trying to find all my clothes and pretend I wasn't there, and waiting to hear a door slam, or footsteps down the stairs, or any sign that the coast was clear.

Eventually, I heard Charlie Brown close his bedroom door and I grabbed my stuff, put my shades on, and ran down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind me. I speed-walked all the way down the road, not daring to turn my head in case Charlie Brown looked out his window and saw me. When I turned off their road, I burst out laughing and spent the rest of the walk home feeling ridiculous.

Oh, the shame.

I think I might need to invest in one of these.