Late 90s, soccer trip to Halifax with my university team. Played a game in the afternoon and after getting back to our hotel the plan was to pound back the bevy's. 4-5 hours later we all taxi into the downtown madness. Hit a few pubs for some cheap rumsys and word spreads that someone got an address of a house party. Being all cheap as fuck we hit the nearby liquor outlet and head on over for some easy boozin. It’s not that late in the night yet, but I was feeling saucy. We arrive and the place is pretty full, especially the living room, where it was jammed and kinda looked like a campfire circle. Only difference was there was no way around and only way through was the middle, where the fire pit was a huge table. To top it all off, not only did 18 strange guys arrive at this party we probably only knew a few of them. So I was one of the first to enter and scan the room and as luck would have it I recognized a girl. I was pretty pleased that this room wasn’t all strangers and the next step was to get to the other side of the circle. No way around so I make a slow dash through the middle and step up on the table to get across. I take my next foot up and boom the first foot goes through the table to the floor. I look down and realize the table had a glass top which was now spread throughout the circle.