At a hotel in Columbus, Ohio. We used to go to a hotel with a bunch of family and friends, where we'd swim and eat/drink way too much.

My dad's best friend at the time (Greg) was an executive for AEP, the electric company in Columbus. He was on his work laptop most the night monitoring the city's power grids. Anyway, we were watching the Times Square Ball Drop thingy, and it was just about midnight…

5….4….3….2….1.

All of a sudden, the lights in our hotel room and the tv go off. Greg starts having a panic attack, even though there's nothing wrong with the power grid. We look over to the wall, and my uncle (also named Greg) is standing by the light switch, holding the tv remote with a huge grin on his face.

Funniest fucking thing ever.