Eight years ago, I got plastered, was dancing, then decided I might fall over. So I stepped out, away from the dancefloor but on the edge, and leaned back on the wall- which was the door into the kitchen.... 
Ended up sprawled on the floor in front of everyone! I leaped up and did a 'Da-DAH!' It was quite late in the night so several of the more 'respectable couples' had already gone (so didn't see), the 'hard core' remained. Inc me, old enough to know better 
Funnily enough there are only 2 people from then left in the company (HCP department), now. But they trot that story out every year, to the slight bemusement of the new, younger set who have joined us as others have left.
You evidently had to have been there...
I haha along but it is a bit wearing, eight years on, with only 2 people remembering.