The sun was out, almost mockingly biting in its heat, melting away the little dignity left in the many souls that joined me in ambling back to our homes.
Hair meticulously coiffed, straightened and poofed the night before now tangled and wild. Faces that resembled glitzy celebrities after a dozen shots under the dim lights of the party now looking more like their leaked mugshots after being pulled over for a DUI.
The faces that joined today’s walk of shame were many, some familiar, plenty new — the aftermath of a massive post-finals party. Music so loud you merely nodded after a girl repeated herself for a third time. Floorboards quivering with bass. Guys wearing shirts two sizes two small. Girls exposing a diverse medley of necklines. Kissing with varied degrees of Frenchness. The inevitable multicoloured torrents gushing from mouths at the end of the night.
I had a strategic place off campus, close enough that classes were minutes away, yet far enough that life wouldn’t be judged by the eyes of campus security the next morning. The girl I had hooked up with however had insisted on going back to her place, a dormitory on campus.