Parade of Shame

Just a normal Saturday morning at home... I sit in my living room and quietly sip my coffee as I watch the Parade of Shame pass by.

The Parade of Shame is normally a lot bigger the morning after a mess dinner or a grad celebration, out here. Because we live on a street corner at the end of the street, it passes right by our house... even those who try to avoid it and walk through the field, Nova outs them barking because they are walking too close to her fence for her liking.

Guys walk down the street still wearing their mess dinner uniform around 9am, head down and avoiding eye contact with early dog walkers. Their shoes don't shine nearly as much as the night before and their tunics are creased in places creases should never be.

We don't get to see the Shacks' Walk of Shame form here. It's a much sadder sight. Girls, walking out in their high heals and party clothes from the night before, waiting for a cab or just walking back to town.

Here I sit, sipping my coffee and I'm reminded of how old I am.