Are you perhaps thinking, from that title, that Miss K might have a little salacious something to confess? (Not that I would tell you if I did, but I will most certainly complain about the fact that I don't!) Alas, no. I went to a very good party with Tiny Dancer last night and we left just a little bit too late to catch my metro connection home. So I ended up crashing at her place (and I slept in a child-sized bunk bed, no less), but at least I had an adorable kitten to keep me company, and they made me a rather splendid breakfast this morning. So the shame part of my walk of shame home this morning is that it was completely not shameful. I mean, really. There I was, at a party where I saw several people couple up and leave with clearly amorous intentions, but me? Rien. Disgraceful! Shouldn't I be living a scandalous, decadent life here in Paris, in the classic tradition of writers? Clearly I'm not doing very well at scandal and decadence - which really is a shame!