That sounds pretty hard to beat!
My 4th of July was a comedy of epic error and just about became headlines of the local newspaper. I had 3 parties to attend, but the first one just about became the last...
Let me draw a visual... 300 people packed into a backyard with a live band. The backyard has a pool with barstools built in to the bottom of the pool. There are two tiki-huts in the backyard where alcohol flowed freely. In addition, there are three slide-swing tables with thatched roofs. The backyard is set-up for parties, period. They even have "misters" all around the perimeter fence and roof facia of the house to keep guests cool.
Everyone's having a good time and waiting for the best "single family home" fireworks this side of Baghdad to begin. Because the backyard is jammed with people, the fireworks containers (barrels) are placed on the roof of the house. Seemed like a good idea at the time to the idiot in charge of lighting the fuse....
The fireworks barrels are about 24" in diameter and contain about 18 to 24 mortors. There are 4 barrels, each one ignites after the other in sequence, as the guy had the fuses tied together. I'm going to say two words and you can pretty much conclude how this scenario ended.... SLOPED ROOF!
As each mortor goes off, the barrels shift a little, in favor of gravity, which ultimately leads to the edge of the roof. By the time the last barrel lights, they all come tumbling down. 300 people are now targeted randomly by piro-technics gone wild.
Now we have people scattering like roaches with the lights turned on, sprinting like Olympic athletes on steroids and making dives for the pool that could win gold medals. Unfortunately, a couple of people were unaware of the built-in bar stools and ended up seriously hurt. One tiki huts catches on fire from a mortor. I grabbed an ice bucket, dipped it in the pool and put out the blaze before it found the alcohol.
Two girls were hit by enemy fire, but they were not hurt. One guy went to the hospital from debris in his eyes. Party was pretty much over after that. What's a shame... a bunch of girls now look like they've been in a wet T-shirt contest and I was too busy to look!
A fourth of July to remember... and forget.