The last REALLY GOOD fall I had was at Field of Screams (a seasonal halloween theme event thing with a hayride, haunted house, that kind of stuff) back in... Well, October
Was coming out the door from the haunted hayride. They threw a psychadelic room on the walk-out, big spinning cylinder painted with spirals surrounding the center catwalk. I was tired and hopped up on caffeine, so my mind actually went for the "yeah, we're spinning" illusion, so I was leaning in one direction. Then I hit solid ground and my mind was like "Oops, I was wrong" and I started trying to get my feet back under me as I walked. I was in the process of succeeding in not falling on my ass in a dark room, when I came out the exit... It had recently rained. The exit was a mud pit. See where this is going?
Yep. Right on my FACE. In the mud. In front of a few hundred people in line. Those people weren't the worst, though. My friends still give me hell about that night TO THIS VERY DAY.
I've had a few other falls, but mostly minor ****** with nobody around.