You Can Do It, Put Some Shame Into It.

Put some shame into your game.

Someone said this to me the other day and after I claimed it as my own to my friends and announced it should be on a t-shirt for sale in Times Square.... I found that it left quite the impression. Primarily because my game could use a serious uptick in the shame department.

It has been quite a summer friends and I am sad that it is over. Fun? Hell to the yeah. Perhaps a bit too drunken? You caught me. But shameful? Not exactly.

While I did meet a sailor in Newport who told me that he was just like Goose in Top Gun - but alive... And while I did wear his hat only to then be asked if I wanted to go "talk somewhere more quiet" (um, no).... Only to then have hopes of being a navy wife come crashing down around me (not really) because I found out he was, in fact, married.... My life is seriously without shame.

So here is to a more shameful fall, my friends! Or at least to a moment that one might wince at every now and again.

Now in the spirit of sharing.... Here are some clutch moments of shame that my peers just may mind me sharing. But hey, if shame is your game, you gots to own it.

1. We rented a house out in the Hamptons for a week. A friend brought her former flame. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. One evening their conversation got so heated he... "uncle" is what he was dubbed for he was a bit gray and clearly now a creep... slept ON THE DECK. Until the sun woke him and he just curled up in the hall.

2. It was a cool night in Brooklyn. And while ponied up to the bar my one friend was approached by a dark haired dude whose name was almost that of a character from The Princess Bride- so naturally we had to befriend him. They hit it off and got together later in the week. Turns out this cat was employed by the government and while she continued to slumber one morning he came out to go to work wearing his "work uniform". Which was essentially a bomb squad padded suit. Was it sexy? Was it scary? Yes. Yes. Alas, it was doomed from the start. For she found to love her member of the bomb squad she- funnily enough - had to BE bombed... Or at least five IPAs deep. And that is never a good sign.

3. This story I don't totally know the specifics of but it is one I love. Because a friend of mine once got so intoxicated that he "lost his memories" and woke up the next morning in an NYU dorm. Naturally he did what any adult would do.....he ran. Fast. And that's what we call shame, folks.