I have A LOT of these kinds of stories, fortunately, I don't take myself too seriously or I would need therapy.
One that comes to mind is: Back when I was single and lived in Salt Lake, friends and I all went out and tied one on pretty heavy. It was later in the season, and it had been a very good, long season. Was not planning on skiing the next day. Turns out, it was a sleeper pow day up in Little Cottonwood, buddy woke me up early. Went up the canyon to an epic powder day. Unfortunately, I felt like crap and was releasing last nights demons off the Wildcat lift when the liftie hit the emergency stop. I fell about 30 feet off the chair and probably looked like a cartoon the way I landed flat, arms splayed in the snow. Thank god it was a deep pow day or I would have been hurt. The heckles from the lift as I collected myself were merciless, and deserved.