Drive of shame?

I went to a wedding this past weekend for one of my friends from high school. It was a beautiful wedding that ended with a headache the next morning. I woke up the next morning from a phone call from one of the bridesmaids. I could barely hear her because she was whispering and then I finally heard it: "Shh.. I can't talk loud. I'm in one of the groomsman's hotel rooms... which one? I have NO idea!" She wanted someone to talk to as she snuck out of the room, still in her bridesmaid's dress, and committing the "drive of shame" back to her house. Drive of shame... now that's a new one!