So here's mine.
This happened a few months ago on the night of the Mardi-Gras festival in Sydney, Australia. I was going to the event with my sister and our gay friend. Now, me being the uncultured fuck I am, I had no idea what this event was. After arriving at my sisters house, and being given a brief explanation that it was a parade celebrating the acceptance of gays and lesbians, I was pretty down for it. My sister and our friend were getting dressed up for the parade, going as a gay man (my sister), and a hairy lesbian (our gay friend). While they were getting ready, there were a few joints being passed around, so I thought this was all awesome. Keep in mind that from my experiences, this is generally how my sister and our friend dresses for parties and every other social event that they go to, so I just figured this was no exception.
They told me that everyone there was going to be dressed in something funny, so I should too. I was pretty well and blazed at this point, so I was all for it. And I figured, whats the best costume for some huge street party in the middle of Sydney? So I decided to go as a wizard. We arrive near the parade by cab later that night, and start following the giant mass of crowd going towards the parade. At this point, I thought something was up because I could not see a single person dressed like they were the life of some party (like a fucking wizard). I also had just realized that I can't back out even if I wanted too, because the only things I brought with me were my phone and wallet. So even if I wanted to change back to a normal set of clothes and forget this whole wizard thing, I couldn't.
Almost immediately, there is a small crowd developing around my sister and our friend, demanding photos. While all of this is going on, I'm just kind of standing off to the side, because who would want to photograph a shitty-wizard fucker with a cane at a gay and lesbian parade? All throughout this, I am all too aware that some of these people simply wanted a photo because they knew we were off our fucking asses high. Some people saw that others were leaving me out of the photos, so they awkwardly dragged me into them as well. At this point I was deeply regretting dressing up. I knew I'd fucked up.
Between the drunk partiers posing for photos with us, to the comments of "Wow you guys look amazing!... what the fuck are you though, I really needed to escape the situation. So I strip down to my pants and go bare-chested for the entire night. Thinking back on it, I don't know what high me was doing, but it still makes me cringe knowing somewhere out there, there are many, many photos of us. So if you happen to have been at that Mardi-Gras, and you have photos of a shittily-dressed high wizard, please don't show me.