Was it embarrassing? Maybe it would have been once upon a time. But, hell, after being rescued from a busy chicago street, in the rain, stark naked, with a reporter from a tabloid magazine? After impersonating my own half-brother's gay lover so that I wouldn't get arrested for trespassing?

Let's just say I'd developed a tolerance for awkward.

"Yeah, we may as well just get it over with, then. I overslept anyway."