Oh...you actually want to hear my story? It'* sort of a comedy of errors and is really only funny because my family is always like this...
My sis and I had Mom and Dad at our apartment for the 4th. Dad had already started the grill when he realized he somehow forgot the meat, so he insisted on going home to get it. When he got back the coals had already gone past their prime so we had to go get more, but the store was out of matchlight, so Dad was b*tching and I was looking for something flammable to light the coals with and all I could find was some vanilla extract. So Dad and I were on the lawn arguing because he said it wouldn't work and I was trying to tell him that it'* like 98% alcohol. He wouldn't believe me and I'd already had a few glasses of wine...so I dumped the vanilla on the fire and the flames shot up...just as two police cruisers pulled up in front of our building. They took one of my neighbors away in cuffs...which was more than a little alarming and Dad and I were so busy trying not to look like we were staring that we dropped about half the meat into the fire and had to take it in, rinse it, and cook it more to make it edible. My family assures me that I was not noticeably tipsy when the policeman came to the door to ask if we'd heard the domestic dispute that led to the arrest. The fireworks were sort of anticlimactic.
*My Bomba is betta than your bomba*