I posted a couple of stories in the other thread, but thought of a couple more:
One of the first nights I was down on my CP, my roommates decided to go to PI. I tagged along even though I was exhausted (I had started training at 6:30 that morning) and don't really like clubbing because I wanted to get to know them and not seem like a fun sponge. So we went and bounced around a few of the clubs and then they decided to go to the BET Soundstage. I was raised on a steady diet of Classic Rock and I absolutely CANNOT stand rap music, so I was less than thrilled. We ended up staying there for over an hour, and I was bored out of my mind and sick of feeling the sound waves vibrating through my body. So I told them that my feet hurt and I wanted to go sit down upstairs. I ended up sitting on one of the couches by the balcony, and leaned over and put my head on my arm and I dozed off. I literally fell asleep in the middle of the dance club with music blasting. I was incredibly embarrassed when I was woken up by a concerned CM who was about to call an ambulance because he thought I had passed out drunk. He turned out to be a neighbor, who never let me forget the story either.
Also, my family has this horrible tradition of taking our Christmas picture in holiday costume (we've been snowmen, Christmas trees, reindeer, etc.). The first time we went down to Disney for Christmas, we hadn't had time before we left to take our picture, so my Mom decided to do it down there. She decided that we'd be presents, since that would be simple, and we packed a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes and wrapping paper in the back of the car. When we checked in to Fort Wilderness, we taped the boxes up and wrapped them and were about to take the picture when she decided that it'd be even better in front of the big resort Christmas tree down by Pioneer Hall. So then we had to trek through the entire campground carrying our huge empty boxes and set them up in front of the tree with people milling all around. We set up the camera on the tripod and were trying to use the timer, but my Dad couldn't hit the button, hop the fence, and get into his box in time, so another guest noticed us and offered to take our pictures for us. She stood there and took a whole roll of film of us sitting in front of the tree in our boxes, with my brothers and I feebly attempting to manage smiles. It was NOT a good way to start a vacation.