July 4th about 2001 celebration with some friends. We're at a cabin one of them has on his dad's farmland up in the hills north of here. Guns, fireworks, barbecue, and every type of alcohol. Strangely, though, the guns and fireworks weren't the problem, we used them without any incident.
Nope, it would be something else. The east side of the cabin's wrap around porch had sus flooring and wasn't safe to walk on, so the sliding glass door to it was blocked off with several pieces of furniture like we were barricading against zombies or something. Welllp, after a lot of vodka, beer, and drinking straight Kahlua my addled brain decides to test that porch. So with the precision of a medieval alchemist, despite being drunk as shit, I move and gently place all the furniture out of the way, take a step out and put a single leg through the whole floor. Probably would have hurt like shit if I wasn't numb. After vomiting black and taking a short nap, I was told I kept asking "Is that hole still there or did I imagine it?"