Back in 07, my wife (g/f at the time) had her sister and her two friends fly in from Newfoundland for the week (that's where they were from). Her condo was very close to the water, and about a 2-3 minute drive to the ramp. My best friend and all the girls go out on my boat to try to watch the huge fireworks display downtown for the 4th of July. That boat only held 6 people and we were cramped for sure. We discover NO ONE was on the water - ended up you can't see the fireworks from there. But we all started drinking heavily, and they even walked back to the condo for another load of booze (again, we were the only ones on the water for hours).
Finally we decide to grab the trailer and pull the boat out - I'm the most sober of the group but still had a few in me for sure. Ya ya, shouldn't be boating/drinking and all that, normally don't, it happened, and no one around to hit anything anyway. I start walking down to my winch, slip on the moss on the ramp, and scrape my ass hard on the corner of the trailer before landing on the ground.
Get back to the condo, show my wife (well, g/f) the long gash on my ass, then end up showing her sister just hours after meeting her. Classy.