I've got another:
Back when I first moved into this house, I had to go to a company Christmas the night I moved in. My mother took the kids and I got all decked out in a beautiful indigo blue velvet dress that fit kinda snug. Two of the guys I worked with came to pick me up and we met everyone else at a dinner cruise on the river boat. Well I had a little too much to drink and when the guys dropped me off at home, I realized that I could not get the dress off. The zipper ran from the top of my back down to my waist, and since the dress was so snug, (and velvet doesn't give) I couldn't get my arm up enough to reach the zipper. So here I was, home all alone, drunk, in a brand new house, boxes everywhere, and no phone hooked up to call somebody to help me. I danced around for at least half an hour trying to get that darn dress off until I was exhausted and decided that I would need to cut it off. But it was expensive and I didn't want to ruin it. So I kept trying. I finally managed to get an arm up through the neck hole and then turn the dress around enough so that I could reach the zipper and remove the dress.
Afterward, I realized that it was cold in the house so I went to turn on the heat. Well being unfamiliar with the house, I walked face first into a wall and fell backwards onto the floor holding my nose. I laid there for a while, dazed, and then got up and said, "To hell with the heat. To hell with everything. I'm going to bed!" And I climbed into bed with my underwear and stockings on and went to sleep! I figured I'd kill myself if I tried to do anything else that night!
The very next day as I was unpacking boxes and taking them outside, I walked into the glass storm door......face first and hit my nose again. Oh it was SOOOO sore from smashing into the wall the night before. It's lucky I didn't break it.