New Year Celebration, 1997 - The Balkans, Europe. Not a lighthearted story but you had to be there to understand the humor behind it. We lived on the second floor and were dancing the "kolo" (Slavic dance consisting of a group of people holding hands and jumping/stomping in a circle) about an hour after the countdown. One very inebriated resident the floor below us was trying to sleep so he came up requesting that we turn off the music and stop jumping around. Fool forgot where he was! Because... well, it's not what he said, it's how he said it (LPT: don't point your index finger at thrashed Slavs and expect your balls to enlarge in size!).

It took maybe 1.5-seconds for half of the males in my family to jump him. His own crew came up to get his ass away from the clusterfuck at the doorway. My 5'2 hijabi wearing devout-Muslim aunt (and also a hardcore alcoholic covered in tattoos of all of the men she's been with) took off her hijab and jumped in to choke a bitch out with her scarf. I, the only sober person in the room, pissed myself laughing at how absolutely white trash we are -- collectively! I scrubbed the blood from the floors the next day but the memory of my aunt makes me laugh every single time. 5'2 and had zero fucks to give with her hair and teeth flying as she threw down elbows for her brothers. Living in the Balkans!