Oh, god, being drunk and marching bands do not mix you guys.
You see, I did a fair amount of underage drinking my senior year of high school (this was after I finally got the boot from private school), and at the time we had just moved to a place just down the block from the local football field. One night, I got drunk with a bunch of friends, wandered home, and realized I lost my keys at some point. Since I did NOT want to wake up my mom, I went to sleep on the cushy patio furniture since nobody had bothered to lock the front porch screen door. The next morning (okay, so it was actually around noon; fuck you, I was hungover), I was awakened by the god damn high school marching band as it went right past our house; it was a saturday and I had forgotten they'd sometimes practice there on weekends. To make matters worse, my eyebrow ring had somehow gotten snagged on a seat cushion. I almost wish someone with a camera had been on hand, since I'm sure my face would have made an epic addition to this thread.